Текст и перевод песни Zenit - Ella

Ella

Ella, era una chica normal, con un trabajo normal
Una familia normal de un barrio normal
Que quería lo normal para su vida, un futuro normal
Que en el sueño de cualquier persona anida

Hasta que aprende a volar y desaparece
Maldito día invernal en el que bajo un manto de estrellas congeladas
Que alguien bajo del cielo en el suelo su alma ya se desvanece

Todo empezó a tornarse gris mucho tiempo atrás
Cuando Satanás en la piel de aquel chaval
Paso a formar parte por desgracia de su día a día mas
No se conformo con fastidiar la relación que les unía

No, no le basto su inexistente paciencia sin motivos se gastó
Y como no tuvo que demostrar su hombría
Castigando cuerpo y mente a la mujer que le quería

Ella, se sentía culpable por tener en la cabeza
Ese recuerdo ya imborrable que inundaba de tristeza
La riqueza de su ser
Por no poder retroceder hasta ese ayer

En el que la dureza con la que el la maltrataba aun no existía
En el que era una niña todavía
Que no tenia por que conocer
No la angustia que te angustia dejaría su alegría tras perder la sonrisa

El amor propio y poder
Mirarse en un espejo para ver su bello rostro y volver
A sentirse guapa, defender a espada y capa
Su espacio vital aun a costa de caer en un abismo violento
Su integridad moral aun a riesgo de perecer en ese mismo intento
Aun asi lo estuvo haciendo hasta saber
Que de momento tanto mal al final la iba a vencer

Ella era una diosa para dioses
Ella era una musa de poetas
Ella era la luna de mis noches
Era ella la que conseguía que alcanzara metas
Ella era el motivo de mi lucha
Ella era mi utopía mi quimera
Era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
La primera cosa en la que pensaba cada día era ella

Estaba hundida, sumida en un conflicto mental
Tal que el opaco cristal a través del cual
Observaba su vida le impedía contemplar
Sus opciones de futuro, averiguar cual seria el camino menos duro

Para superar ese infranqueable muro
Por el cual trepar desde lo mas profundo de ese odioso pozo oscuro
En el que la tristeza la sumía
Hasta la superficie de ese mundo que asumía
Alumbrado por un soleado día que veía
Sin poder luchar anclada en la agonía
Y sin casi darse cuenta se vio envuelta en una manta blanca y fría

Que traia mas problemas
Que la aislaba de los demás
Y que hacia los enigmas que en el pasado adornaron su piel
Fueran solo dulce miel
Comparados con los que esa hielen su mente dejo grabados como emblemas

Intento ahogar sus penas en alcohol
Noches de fiesta que unían una puesta con otra puesta de sol
Creía tener el control pero solo la mente, su mente respondía
Si recibía diariamente la dosis que le volvía
A sumergir en ese frasco de formol
Que la mantenía en esa vía con atasco y la destruía

Decidió tirarlo todo a la basura
Y arreglarlo por la vía rápida
Pues la única cura requería una fuerza de voluntad
Que ella ya no tendría que reunir
Si permitía su alma partir
Para que su cuerpo pudiese dormir
Por siempre bajo una lapida
Esa decisión no era la valida
Pero que era casi imposible superarlo era verdad

Ella era una diosa para dioses
Ella era una musa de poetas
Ella era la luna de mis noches
Era ella la que conseguía que alcanzara metas
Ella era el motivo de mi lucha
Ella era mi utopía mi quimera
Era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
La primera cosa en la que pensaba cada día era ella

Estuvo muy cerca de desaparecer
Cayo y nadie confió en que pudiera volver
A levantarse por su propio pie
Y caminar sin depender de eso que su vida complica

Tirar pa lante y defender que reponerse explica
Lo fácil que es caer y lo difícil que es hacer a ese desierto florecer
Cuando ha muerto el placer de tener to lo ser una chica feliz implica
La llegada de un ángel alado, la salvación pronostica

Para ella tener de nuevo un amigo al lado
Ha provocado que su estado emocional haya cambiado
Hasta su estética, que su visión de la vida tan patética
Se haya tornado en un alegre visionado
De todas las esencias que su mente ha sacado
De todas las vivencias que en su piel ha disfrutado

Y así recoger recuerdos del pasado
Y sin casi revolver lo malo ya olvidado
Con pasión de volver lo bueno que le han quitado
En cada ocasión en la que podría empezar a crecer
Para nunca mas caer en el querer equivocado

Antes de perder el contacto con aquel
Gracias al que sonrisas vacías de ilusiones y alegrías había recuperado
Y así paso la relación ya se acabo
Incluso el contacto se perdió
Este ángel sin saber por que vio
Como de repente su amor se desvaneció

Un cielo gris y nublado de nuevo apareció
Mientras el reflejo de su luz en la distancia permaneció
Y del dulce aroma de su fragancia impregnado en cada estancia nació esta canción

Ella

She, was a normal girl, with a normal job
A normal family from a normal neighbourhood
Who wanted normal things for her life, a normal future
That nests in anyone’s dreams

Until she learns to fly and disappears
Damned winter day in which under a blanket of frozen stars
Someone descended from the sky, her soul already fading on the ground

Everything began to turn gray a long time ago
When Satan in the skin of that boy
Unfortunately became part of her everyday life
He wasn't satisfied with messing up their relationship

No, his nonexistent patience wasn't enough, he wasted it for no reason
And since he didn’t have to prove his manhood
He punished the body and mind of the woman who loved him

She felt guilty for having in her head
That indelible memory that flooded with sadness
The richness of her being
For not being able to go back to that yesterday

In which the harshness with which he mistreated her didn’t exist yet
In which she was still a girl
Who didn’t have to know
The anguish that would leave her joy behind after losing her smile

Self-love and power
To look in a mirror to see her beautiful face and return
To feeling beautiful, to defend with sword and cape
Her vital space even at the cost of falling into a violent abyss
Her moral integrity even at the risk of perishing in that same attempt
Even so, she was doing it until she knew
That for now, so much evil was going to defeat her in the end

She was a goddess for gods
She was a muse of poets
She was the moon of my nights
It was her who made me achieve goals
She was the reason for my struggle
She was my utopia, my chimera
It was her thanks to whom people listen to me now
The first thing I thought about every day was her

She was sunk, immersed in a mental conflict
Such that the opaque crystal through which
She observed her life prevented her from contemplating
Her options for the future, to find out which would be the least hard path

To overcome that insurmountable wall
To climb from the depths of that hateful dark well
In which sadness plunged her
To the surface of that world that she assumed
Illuminated by a sunny day that she saw
Without being able to fight, anchored in agony
And almost without realizing it, she was wrapped in a white and cold blanket

That brought more problems
That isolated her from others
And that made the enigmas that in the past adorned her skin
Be only sweet honey
Compared to the ones that frost engraved on her mind as emblems

She tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol
Party nights that linked one sunset with another sunset
She thought she had control but only her mind, her mind responded
If she received the daily dose that made her
Submerge in that jar of formalin
That kept her on that congested path and destroyed her

She decided to throw it all away
And fix it the fast way
Because the only cure required a willpower
That she wouldn’t have to gather anymore
If she let her soul depart
So that her body could sleep
Forever under a tombstone
That decision was not valid
But it was true that it was almost impossible to overcome it

She was a goddess for gods
She was a muse of poets
She was the moon of my nights
It was her who made me achieve goals
She was the reason for my struggle
She was my utopia, my chimera
It was her thanks to whom people listen to me now
The first thing I thought about every day was her

She was very close to disappearing
She fell and nobody trusted that she could come back
To get up on her own feet
And walk without depending on what complicates her life

To move forward and defend that recovering explains
How easy it is to fall and how difficult it is to make that desert flourish
When the pleasure of having everything has died, being a happy girl implies
The arrival of a winged angel, the predicted salvation

For her, to have a friend by her side again
Has caused her emotional state to change
Even her aesthetics, that her vision of life so pathetic
Has become a joyful vision
Of all the essences that her mind has extracted
Of all the experiences that she has enjoyed in her skin

And thus collect memories of the past
And without almost stirring up the bad that has already been forgotten
With the passion to return the good that has been taken from her
On every occasion in which she could start growing
To never fall again into the wrong love

Before losing contact with the one
Thanks to whom she had recovered smiles empty of illusions and joys
And so the relationship ended
Even the contact was lost
This angel without knowing why he saw
How suddenly his love vanished

A gray and cloudy sky reappeared
While the reflection of his light remained in the distance
And from the sweet aroma of his fragrance impregnated in each room this song was born