Текст и перевод песни Smoking Souls - Conclusió fatal

Conclusió fatal

I qui sap si eres capaç,
I qui sap si arribaràs,
I qui sap si algú et voldrà.
El teu cor una presó.

I qui sap estimar-te,
I qui sap mirar-te,
Si has plorat avui o dissabte.
Que serà de tu i de mi, qui sap.

I qui sap comunicar,
I qui sap alliberar,
I qui sap com governar.
Home blanc irracional.

I qui sap castigar,
I qui sap la veritat,
I acusar i jutjar.
El meu cos la meua llar.

He anat a buscar vides al raval
I una resposta, i una resposta.
T'he trobat allí, conclusió fatal.
Estranya eufòria, estranya eufòria.

I qui sap callar-s'ho,
I qui sap aconsellar-te
I apagar el canal,
Omplir el got d'alcohol i sal.
I qui sap besar-te,
I qui sap follar-te.
Cauen els amants, els pactes
I ens utilitzem.

He anat a buscar vides al raval
I una resposta, i una resposta.
T'he trobat allí, conclusió fatal.
Estranya eufòria, estranya eufòria.

Just allí, just allí,
Buscaré un punt de fuga i cridaré.
Just allí, retrobar-nos.

Si no queden dies grans
Ni una prova del delicte,
Qui són bons i qui dolents?

Qui té por i qui és valent?
Qui és capaç de no intentar-ho?
Declarem-nos innocents.

Fatal conclusion

And who knows if you are capable,
And who knows if you'll arrive,
And who knows if anyone will love you.
Your heart a prison.

And who knows how to love you,
And who knows how to look at you,
If you cried today or Saturday.
What will become of you and me, who knows.

And who knows how to communicate,
And who knows how to liberate,
And who knows how to govern.
Irrational white man.

And who knows how to punish,
And who knows the truth,
And accuse and judge.
My body my home.

I went looking for lives in the Raval
And an answer, and an answer.
I found you there, fatal conclusion.
Strange euphoria, strange euphoria.

And who knows how to shut up,
And who knows how to advise you,
And turn off the channel,
Fill the glass with alcohol and salt.
And who knows how to kiss you,
And who knows how to fuck you.
Lovers fall, pacts
And we use each other.

I went looking for lives in the Raval
And an answer, and an answer.
I found you there, fatal conclusion.
Strange euphoria, strange euphoria.

Right there, right there,
I will look for a vanishing point and shout.
Right there, to find each other again.

If there are no more great days
Nor proof of the offense,
Who are good and who are bad?

Who is afraid and who is brave?
Who is capable of not trying?
Let us declare ourselves innocent.