Текст и перевод песни Valira - Los Suicidas

Los Suicidas

Rotos de tanto arrastrarnos en este edén,
Y de escaparnos de tu jauría, apuntas tan directo a la sien.
Muertos en vida con tanta sangre en
La piel, escribiremos tu biografía,
Piensas que estamos a tu merced.
Suerte que tu cantinela no va a volver,
Cuando tu voz suene tan ahogada, bajo la luz del amanecer.
Tuya es la culpa de tanta
Falta de fe,
Y que olvidemos que la valentía, pudo en su día hacernos vencer.
Como la peste vuelves,
Propagarás ideas de odio y muerte, para quebrar la división, y que
En tu contra no haya voz de nadie, y consigamos que tu suerte amaine.
Hemos formado una armadura, por la censura que da tu arma blanca.
Que cicatrices dejas
Tantas, y el ver nuestra sangre nos enciende el alma.
Ya no sé si levantar, no sé si duele la herida.
Quiero respirar, sentir la voz prohibida.
No sé si podré saltar, hay
Una larga caída.
Pero no quiero aterrizar, bailemos los suicidas.
Suena tan fácil rendirse y envejecer,
Con tu gobierno de la mentira, besando el lodo que hay en tus pies.
Has condenado al talento desde ese atril,
Tus abogados de la doctrina, tornan las leyes contra el civil.
Piensa que sigues en busca como un traidor, y aplicaremos tu
Medicina, haremos tuyo nuestro temblor.
Tanto caernos y tan poco que perder,
Con la esperanza tan dolorida, somos suicidas puestos en pie.
Como la peste vuelves,
Propagarás ideas de odio y muerte, para quebrar la división,
Y que en tu contra no haya voz de
Nadie, y consigamos que tu suerte amaine.
Hemos formado una
Armadura, por la censura que da tu arma blanca.
Que cicatrices dejas tantas,
Y el ver nuestra sangre nos enciende el alma.
Ya no sé si levantar, no sé si duele la herida.
Quiero respirar, sentir la voz prohibida.
No sé si podré saltar, hay una larga caída.
Pero no quiero aterrizar, bailemos los suicidas.

Male Suicides

Being scared because we have to crawl in this paradise,
And to escape from your hunt, you point so directly at my temple.
Dead in life with so much blood on
My skin, we'll write your biography,
You think that we are at your mercy.
Luckily, your song is not going to come back,
When your voice sounds so suffused, under the light of dawn.
Your fault for having so
Little faith,
And for us to forget that braveness, that one day made us win.
As the plague, you return,
You'll spread ideas of hate and death, to break the division, and that
Against you there is nobody's voice, and now we will make your luck calm down.
We've formed an armor, for the censorship that your knife gives.
Scars that you leave
So many, and to see our blood excites our soul.
I don't know if I will get up, I don't know if the wound hurts.
I want to breathe, to feel the forbidden voice.
I don't know if I'll be able to jump, there
Is a long fall.
But I don't want to land, let's dance with the suicides.
It sounds so easy to give up and get old,
With your government of lies, kissing the mud that is under your feet.
You have condemned the talent from that lectern,
Your lawyers of the doctrine, turn the laws against the people.
Think that you remain under investigation as a traitor, and we will apply your
Medicine, we'll make our tremble yours.
So much falling and so little to lose,
With hope so hurt, we are suicides standing on our feet.
As the plague, you return,
You'll spread ideas of hate and death, to break the division,
And that against you there is nobody's voice,
And now we will make your luck calm down.
We've formed an
Armor, for the censorship that your knife gives.
Scars that you leave so
Many, and to see our blood excites our soul.
I don't know if I will get up, I don't know if the wound hurts.
I want to breathe, to feel the forbidden voice.
I don't know if I'll be able to jump, there is a long fall.
But I don't want to land, let's dance with the suicides.