Текст и перевод песни Shé feat. Holynight - El sótano

El sótano

H0LYNAIGHT
abro los ojos vuelvo a despertar sin ganas sin nada
no puedo abrirla puerta y estan tapiadas las ventanas
yo siento que me aogo algo falla en mi
no se que he echo mal solo quiero salir de aqui
quizas me porte mal es un castigo y fingir
he empezado el dia de nuevo sin animos para vivir
me duelen las mejillas todavia sangra mi nariz
tantos traumas malos tratos abren mas la cicatriz
me abririas la cabeza pa callarme a palos
en tu mano la cerveza y te preparas para darme mi regalo
un puño bien serrado
pa obligarme a abrir las piernas
tus caricias mas piernas son mis morados
me pregunto si es normal sufrir asi si
esta es la vida que me toco pero jamas la que eleji
ni elejiria mi alegria interpretada cual actriz
cada dia mas segura de que no hay final feliz.
estrbillo
SHE
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan pasan desapercibidas.
estrbillo
H0LYNAIGHT
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia
cuantos (dime cuantos) cuantos por vivir suplicarian
es el miedo quien les guia la muerte se viste
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe.
SHE
he perdido la nocion del tiempo en silencio
nisiquera se mi nombre no se ni donde me encuentro
no se cuantos años tengo
no puedo hablar no entiendo
nuca pude ver el sol ni sentir la brisa del viento
lo juro vivo desnudo y sudo
cada vez que suenan pasos que se acercan
voy notandome inseguro este sitio siempre oscuro
quizas algun dia detras de ese muro se abra la puerta
y llegue por fin mi futuro
voces escucho gritos atroces niños llorando de pena
escucho golpes y mas golpes en cadena
oigo palabras que piden escapar de la condena
escucho voces desgarradas que de rencor estan llenas
niños aqui dentro que quieren decir adios
terminar con la tortura de este el sotano ir con dios
puede que este delirando y que no existan
esas voces que escuchaba porque aqui dentro
solo estoy yo.
SHE
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan pasan desapercibidas.
estrbillo
H0LYNAIGHT
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia
cuantos (dime cuantos) cuantos por vivir suplicarian
es el miedo quien les guia la muerte se viste
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe
SHE
dime cuantos pasos sin terrar tambien sin descubrir
sin acertar ni dar ni tan solo una perseguida
acostumbrarse a respirar sobrevivir al malestar
de cada cuerpo de esos crios con trastornos de anciedad
quien les dira si llegeran a conocer la claridad
y la verdad de sus historias y ya no caminaran
ni lograran tal vez hablar y asi contar como llegaron al odiafono
muchos lo conocen como el sotano
H0LYNAIGHT
son vidas inocentes que va ya ni son vidas
hablamos de palisas violaciones dolor en las heridas
me pregunto donde perdieron el alma
y despues como cojones lo hacen pa dormir en calma
(como) sin corazon y sin motivos
dime que dios es tan compasivo que os permite
seguir vivos (quien) crios encerrados soportando este calvario
para el para el mundo solo un caso mas en el telediario.
estrbillo
SHE
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan pasan desapercibidas.
H0LYNAIGHT
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia
cuantos (dime cuantos) cuantos por vivir suplicarian
es el miedo quien les guia la muerte se viste
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe.
SHE
cuantos niños enjaulados siguen presos
cuantos pudieron salir y cuantos pueden contar eso
dime quien coño les piensa devolver ahora sus vidas
son historias que pasan pasan desapercibidas.
H0LYNAIGHT
cuantos niños no han visto la luz del dia
cuantos (dime cuantos) cuantos por vivir suplicarian
es el miedo quien les guia la muerte se viste
la luz al final del tunel para ellos ya no existe.

The basement

H0LYNAIGHT
i open my eyes I wake up again without desire with nothing
I can't open the door and the windows are boarded up
i feel like there's something wrong with me
i don't know what I've done wrong I just want to get out of here
maybe I'll behave badly it's a punishment and pretending
i have started the day again without the courage to live
my cheeks are hurting, my nose is still bleeding
so many traumas mistreatment open the scar more
you'd crack my head open to shut the fuck up
in your hand the beer and you get ready to give me my gift
a well-serrated fist
to force me to open my legs
your caresses but legs are my purple
i wonder if it's normal to suffer like this if
this is the life that touched me but never the one that eleji
nor would I choose my joy played as an actress
every day I am more sure that there is no happy ending.
strbillo
SHE
how many caged children are still in prison
how many could get out and how many can count that
tell me who the fuck is going to give them their lives back now
these are stories that go by go unnoticed.
strbillo
H0LYNAIGHT
how many children have not seen the light of day
how many (tell me how many) how many to live would beg
it is fear that guides them death dresses
the light at the end of the tunnel no longer exists for them.
SHE
i have lost the notion of time in silence
i don't even know my name I don't even know where I am
i don't know how old I am
i can't speak I don't understand
I could never see the sun or feel the breeze of the wind
i swear I live naked and I sweat
every time you hear footsteps approaching
i'm feeling insecure this always dark place
maybe one day behind that wall the door will open
and my future has finally arrived
voices I hear atrocious screams children crying with grief
i hear bangs and more bangs in a chain
I hear words that ask to escape the sentence
i hear torn voices that are full of spite
kids in here who want to say goodbye
end the torture of this the basement go with god
maybe I'm delusional and they don't exist
those voices that I was hearing because in here
it's just me.
SHE
how many caged children are still in prison
how many could get out and how many can count that
tell me who the fuck is going to give them their lives back now
these are stories that go by go unnoticed.
strbillo
H0LYNAIGHT
how many children have not seen the light of day
how many (tell me how many) how many to live would beg
it is fear that guides them death dresses
the light at the end of the tunnel for them no longer exists
SHE
tell me how many steps without terrar also undiscovered
without getting it right or giving even just a chased
getting used to breathing surviving the discomfort
of each body of those children with disorders of old age
who will tell them if they come to know the clarity
and the truth of their stories and they will no longer walk
maybe they won't even manage to talk and tell how they got to the hater
many people know it as the basement
H0LYNAIGHT
they are innocent lives that are no longer even lives
we talk about palisas violations pain in the wounds
i wonder where they lost their soul
and then how the fuck do they do it to sleep in calm
(like) no heart and no reason
tell me that God is so compassionate that he allows you
to stay alive (who) kids locked up enduring this ordeal
for him for the world just one more case on the news.
strbillo
SHE
how many caged children are still in prison
how many could get out and how many can count that
tell me who the fuck is going to give them their lives back now
these are stories that go by go unnoticed.
H0LYNAIGHT
how many children have not seen the light of day
how many (tell me how many) how many to live would beg
it is fear that guides them death dresses
the light at the end of the tunnel no longer exists for them.
SHE
how many caged children are still in prison
how many could get out and how many can count that
tell me who the fuck is going to give them their lives back now
these are stories that go by go unnoticed.
H0LYNAIGHT
how many children have not seen the light of day
how many (tell me how many) how many to live would beg
it is fear that guides them death dresses
the light at the end of the tunnel no longer exists for them.