El Animal - Valira перевод на английский

El Animal

Suena un reloj, algo sutil, y una jauría en libertad.
Tu posición no da el perfil, y da que hablar,
Pero es que ya no eres de aquí cambiaste por necesidad.

Y estás tan roto, porque has abierto ya los ojos,
Pero demuestras el talento de unos pocos que no encajan,
Es algo hostil, pero cambiar,
Sería vender el alma y perder toda la ventaja en este:

Baile, que con su dulzura,
Nos ha robado los sentidos,
Que te corrompe y te susurra,
Que eres un lobo fugitivo.

Baile, que te devuelve la cordura,
Ves,
Te arropará si estás herido,
A condición de que le sirvas de rehén.

El animal,
Te tararea tanto el animal,
Que la cadena no le deja andar,
Y que golpees con tu cuerpo en el cristal

El animal,
Te tararea tanto el animal,
Que te rebeles contra tu rival,
Y que recuerdes tu reflejo en el cristal.

El depredador que vive en ti,
Se va arriesgando con la edad.
Y tanto ardor, tanto sufrir,
Tanto aceptar,
Que solo queda combatir y hacerlo con habilidad.

El objetivo: mostrar tu lado primitivo,
Arrinconar la corrupción del asesino que nos caza,
Hasta morir, y pelear,
Aullándole a la luna, que se acerca la amenaza en este:

Baile, que con su dulzura,
Nos ha robado los sentidos,
Que te corrompe y te susurra,
Que eres un lobo fugitivo.
Baile, que te devuelve la cordura,
Ves,
Te arropará si estás herido,
A condición de que le sirvas de rehén.

El animal,
Te tararea tanto el animal,
Que la cadena no le deja andar,
Y que golpees con tu cuerpo en el cristal

The Animal

A clock chimes, something subtle, and a pack of dogs run free.
Your stance doesn't fit the profile, and it's a talking point,
But the fact is you're no longer from here, you've changed out of necessity.

And you're so broken, because you've opened your eyes,
But you demonstrate the talent of the few who don't fit in,
It's something hostile, but to change,
Would be to sell your soul and lose all the advantage in this:

Dance, that with its sweetness,
Has stolen our senses,
That corrupts you and whispers to you,
That you are a fugitive wolf.

Dance, that gives you back your sanity,
You see,
It will wrap you up if you're wounded,
On the condition that you serve as its hostage.

The animal,
The animal hums to you so much,
That the chain won't let you walk,
And that you hit the glass with your body.

The animal,
The animal hums to you so much,
That you rebel against your rival,
And that you remember your reflection in the glass.

The predator that lives inside you,
Is taking risks with age.
And so much passion, so much suffering,
So much acceptance,
That all that's left is to fight and do it with skill.

The objective: to show your primitive side,
To corner the corruption of the assassin who hunts us,
Until we die, and fight,
Howling at the moon, that the threat is approaching in this:

Dance, that with its sweetness,
Has stolen our senses,
That corrupts you and whispers to you,
That you are a fugitive wolf.
Dance, that gives you back your sanity,
You see,
It will wrap you up if you're wounded,
On the condition that you serve as its hostage.

The animal,
The animal hums to you so much,
That the chain won't let you walk,
And that you hit the glass with your body.