Текст и перевод песни Silvina Garre - Nos Falta Luz

Nos Falta Luz

Me cansé de aburrirme,
Me aburrí de cansarme.
Después de todo, las buenas y las malas
Conviven en el mismo hogar,
Si es que las hay.
Preocupada en vivir, vivía preocupándome
¿Cuando me ocuparé?
Si es lo que necesito yo
¿Qué día de estos días me ocuparé?
El artista no quiere ser espejo del llanto
No le pidan que sólo hable de miserias.
El artista se cansa de mostrar la belleza
Porque le falta luz, me falta luz.
Comprendí que los sueños
Me hacen falta y no dañan,
Se comunican y hacen fiestas en el corazón
Y cuando dan las doce se guardan a dormir.
Uno sólo no basta
Y si hay dos, se complica
Y complicado así, se viven las pasiones
Y sólo se puede vivir, si se puede cambiar.
El artista no quiere ser espejo del llanto,
No le pidan que sólo hable de miserias.
El artista se cansa de mostrar, de mostrar la belleza
Porque le falta luz, me falta luz.
El artista no quiere ser espejo del llanto,
No le pidan que sólo hable de miserias.
El artista se cansa de mostrar la belleza
Porque le falta luz, me falta luz.

We Need Light

I got tired of being bored,
I got bored of getting tired.
After all, good things and bad things
Live together in the same home,
If there is such a thing.
Worried about living, I was living, worrying myself
When will I get busy?
If it’s what I need
When will I get busy?
The artist doesn't want to be a mirror of sadness
Don't ask him to only talk about miseries.
The artist gets tired of showing beauty
Because I lack light, I lack light.
I understood that dreams
Are what I need and they don’t hurt,
They communicate and have parties in the heart
And when the clock strikes twelve they go to sleep.
Just one is not enough
And if there are two, it gets complicated
And complicated like this, passions are lived,
And one can only live if one can change.
The artist doesn't want to be a mirror of sadness,
Don't ask him to only talk about miseries.
The artist gets tired of showing, showing beauty
Because I lack light, I lack light.
The artist doesn't want to be a mirror of sadness,
Don't ask him to only talk about miseries.
The artist gets tired of showing, showing beauty
Because I lack light, I lack light.