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Genius English Translations - Subze Oda Al Verso Feat Lom C Blon Y She English Translation Lyrics

We write without half measures
We don't make lyrics for half silly people
That is why so many media ignore us
But is that the verse gave me so much

And I ordering pears from the elm
Who is only a rotten apple
Death may come to me soon
Because I leave my live in each lyric

That is why this theme is an ode to the verse
In these hard times for the writer
Our love is likе the universe
Limitlеss, and in constant expansion

The best pens in the whole country
Giving love in times of war
Today three meters above the sky
Tomorrow two meters below the ground

And now my signature is an autograph for you
They call my fears hits
Only my pen understands me
Not even kidding I talk about pussys, that's boring

To Neruda, to Machado, To García Lorca
I write to heal you even if I break
Because I feel everything I write, because
Who writes without feeling, writes without sense
Three in the morning of another crazy monday
Looking in the notebook what it never was
He knows my hells when I get wrong
He has between his pages locked down my faith

I wander between words that grow alone
That dance at their wills in this mental chaos
The magician of music, the one who no longer flies
The flowers that I step on, they flower again

Silence in this elusive paradise
The water between the rocks drew a new path
Filtering memories and benefits
I am to the precipice what God has been to heaven

Lord of the deserts, of the wastelands to decorate
Open-hearted brush, pen that makes me fly
Tears that water suns, life is there before
And from trying to understand her so much, I've forgotten her again

An instant, all together, a hallway to my fears
The withered boredom of the verse that has made me serious
A ferris wheel for the soul that has gone on vacation
My dream on a beach where my songs snow

A story between my wrinkled and fleeting hands
Star that shows me the north, the beautiful landscapes
Maiden who kisses me with patience and sweetness
The magic of other worlds sprouting from my writing
We don't read and write poetry because it's beautiful
We read and write poetry because we belong to human race
And human race is full of passion
Medicine, law, commerce and engineering
They are noble careers and necessary to dignify life
But poetry are the things that keep us alive

You are like the echo from the Watchtower
Academy and cement, ointment and shrapnel
A kiss between the storm and the beach
The song of a widow remembering the battle

You silence my demons as you wake them up
Desordenas mi escritorio, me haces caminar a tientas
Blessed are the sheets that you never had around
Because they never discovered the jaws of a hungry soul

Carved in an ancient stone
You flew up to the dark scar from a cesarean section
You are in the perfume of the noblewoman
And on the crumpled paper of the pariah's jacket

My skin exudes calm when your fingers touch it
An alliance between the spear and the rose
You offer me your trust, a splendid journey
When you dance on the sheet giving me another verse
Light streaming from the belly of the cemetery
I find you in the salt flats of my tears
In the voice of a terpe giving birth to a beautiful song
And in the filthy door of the toilet of that joint

And although they want to silence you and tie you hand and foot
You keep painting furrows on the old man's forehead
You, who push me to a distant place
And you make me immortal by becoming human

Don't ask why I do it, because I couldn't tell you
Writing is to me like water to fish
Only in it I live free and if I miss it, I die easy
My whole life goes on this, the text is my second skin

Don't ask why I do it, I don't even understand it
I only feel like I'm alive when I write and that's it
I never looked to heaven because I learned from hell
That the best lessons are born when one is alone

That if I die it will be doing the only thing that gives me life
That my life without rap is jumping without a parachute
That going to the grave does not scare me, I am calm
Because I'm just music and I know she is with me

If I am faithful to the scripture it is because we have a pact
I never prostitute her and she gives me fulfillment
Now I live from what I do, the sacrifice was not in vain
My hands are empty and my spirit is full

It's not my virtue, it's my passion, my cure, my dark side
No woman ever understood my love for this madness
Maybe it's that they never understood what I feel to pen
A dagger, a pen is the only help (the only help)

This is my prison, my prison of gold
My nothing and everything, the place where I go when I break down and feel alone
How do I explain to the whole world the love I feel for this?
You are the peace I can't find when I get lost among the rest

To Neruda, to Machado, To García Lorca
I write to heal you even if I break
Because I feel everything I write, because
Who writes without feeling, writes without sense

A story between my wrinkled and fleeting hands
Star that shows me the north, the beautiful landscapes
Maiden who kisses me with patience and sweetness
The magic of other worlds sprouting from my writing

And although they want to silence you and tie you hand and foot
You keep painting furrows on the old man's forehead
You, who push me to a distant place
And you make me immortal by becoming human

This is my prison, my prison of gold
My nothing and everything, the place where I go when I break down and feel alone
How do I explain to the whole world the love I feel for this?
You are the peace I can't find when I get lost among the rest