Текст и перевод песни Socunbohemio - Conte de Tardor

Conte de Tardor

Busco ses paraules
Que s'emporta el vent
Busco ses brutícies
Que digueres fa temps

Busco ses mentides
Ses frases fatals
Busco ses ferides
Amagades pels anys

Busco tes mirades
Punxants i brutals
Tes pors reprimides
Que c'est l'amour, però fa mal

Busco sets, històries
Des llibres antics
Ses frases solemnes
Per oblidar el que porto a dins

I ara m'adono
Que soc aquí sol, plorant
I tu tens tes mogudes
Tens els teus amics, tens els teus amants

I ara, qui m'abraça?
I ara, qui em dirà res?
Si érets tu qui m'hi protegia
I ara ets tu qui em destrueix

He comprat
Una altra ampolla de vi
I he fumat
Fins que és meu cap
Ha desistit

Que això no és viure
Que això no és morir
Però prefereixo morir-me
A preguntar-me per què visc

Busco ses paraules
Que s'emporta el vent
Busco ses brutícies
Que digueres fa temps

Busco ses mentides
Ses frases fatals
Busco ses ferides
Amagades pels anys

Busco tes mirades
Punxants i brutals
Tes pors reprimides
Que c'est l'amour, però fa mal

I ara m'enyoro
De tots els nostres dimarts
Que em fa por que m'oblidis
Que res va ser i res serà

He comprat
Una altra ampolla de vi
I he fumat
Fins que es meu cap
Ha desistit

Que això no és viure
Que això no és morir
Però prefereixo morir-me
A preguntar-me per què visc

Vull sortir d'aquesta cançó trista
D'aquest malson que porto a dins
Ressorgir de cop entre la fosca
I per fi poder estimar-me a mi

Vull sortir d'aquesta cançó trista
D'aquest malson que porto a dins
Ressorgir de cop entre sa fosca
I per fi poder estimar-me a mi

Autumn Tale

I seek the words
That the wind carries away
I seek the rudeness
That you used to say long ago

I seek the lies
The fatal phrases
I seek the wounds
Hidden by the years

I seek your stares
Pointed and cruel
Your repressed fears
That this is love, but it hurts

I seek your, stories
From ancient books
The solemn phrases
To forget what I carry within

And now I realize
That I'm here alone, crying
And you have your own moves
You have your friends, you have your lovers

And now, who embraces me?
And now, who will tell me anything?
If you were the one who protected me
And now you're the one who's destroying me

I've bought
Another bottle of wine
And I've smoked
Until my head
Has given up

That this is not living
That this is not dying
But I'd rather die
Than ask myself why I live

I seek the words
That the wind carries away
I seek the rudeness
That you used to say long ago

I seek the lies
The fatal phrases
I seek the wounds
Hidden by the years

I seek your stares
Pointed and cruel
Your repressed fears
That this is love, but it hurts

And now I miss
All our Tuesdays
I'm afraid you'll forget me
That nothing was and nothing will be

I've bought
Another bottle of wine
And I've smoked
Until my head
Has given up

That this is not living
That this is not dying
But I'd rather die
Than ask myself why I live

I want to get out of this sad song
Of this nightmare that I carry within
To suddenly rise from the darkness
And finally be able to love myself

I want to get out of this sad song
Of this nightmare that I carry within
To suddenly rise from the darkness
And finally be able to love myself