Текст и перевод песни Sopa De Cabra - Podré Tornar Enrere (Live)

Podré Tornar Enrere (Live)

Rius de gent
Malferida corren sols
Escopint el seu fracàs.
Ja vençuts,
Esperaran com sempre han fet,
L′aventura d'una nit.
Mentre ploren
De ràbia i per amor
A un nom inexistent.
Mentre riuen
Dins núvols passatgers
Cada dia més distants.
Corren sols,
Seguint pistes per trobar
El refugi de l′acció.
Un amic
Que no estigui massa vist,
O una ofrena de la carn.
Que a vegades,
Quan s'apaga el primer foc,
Pot fer encara més mal.
I així acaben,
Quan ja tot ha passat,
Cremats per la veritat i cridant.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan estigui massa lluny.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan sigui massa tard.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan estigui massa lluny.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan sigui massa tard.
Són germans
D'un camí que no ha tingut
Mai sortida ni final.
Saben bé
Que el futur és la foscor
I que el negre és el color.
D′una bandera,
Bruta i plena de sang,
Que els hi han possat a les mans.
Però no es rendeixen,
Somien il.lusions fent imnes de cançons
I criden.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan estigui massa lluny.
Podré tornar enrera
Quan sigui massa tard.

I Can Go Back (Live)

Rivers of people
Run wounded and alone
Condemning their defeat.
Already vanquished,
They will wait as they have always done,
The adventure of one night.
As they cry
With rage and for love
For a non-existent name.
As they laugh
In fleeting clouds,
Each passing day more distant.
They run alone,
Following tracks to find
The shelter of action.
A friend
Who is not too well seen,
Or an offering of flesh.
Which sometimes,
When the first fire is extinguished,
Can hurt even more.
And so they end,
When all has passed,
Burnt by the truth and shouting.
I can go back
When I am too far away.
I can go back
When it is too late.
I can go back
When I am too far away.
I can go back
When it is too late.
They are brothers
Of a path that has never had
Either a beginning or an end.
They know well
That the future is darkness
And that black is the color.
Of a flag,
Dirty and full of blood,
That has been placed in their hands.
But they do not give up,
They dream of illusions making hymns of songs
And they shout.
I can go back
When I am too far away.
I can go back
When it is too late.