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Original lyrics
Elegiré
La senda está mala, y hoy en día
es difícil seguir recto.
Lo único que puedo hacer es no tener secretos.
Camino paso a paso,
así se escriben los cuentos.
Y un micro no es delito,
es una forma de que no diga ni pío.
Y ahora siento tu aliento
como una llama.
Veo mi herida cerrarse en tu cama.
Miénteme jugando a que nada te asusta.
¿Sabes qué?
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Yo le dije al camino: «Tranquilo,
no tengo ganas de ver tu final»
Voy despacito,
voy tan tranquilo
que hasta las horas andan hacia atrás.
Hay gente con prisa que nos pisa, pero
quiero volar y escapar como Ícaro.
Voy a mostrarte el mundo desde arriba.
Voy a dotarte del arte de los pájaros.
Cógete a mis alas, pero rápido.
Te invito a un vuelo rapaz,
vuelo romántico,
para reconquistar lo que nos fue robado,
volver a ver el mar sin basuras a su lado.
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Niños con máscaras de almas adultas.
Adultas almas que tras máscaras se ocultan.
Espíritus oscuros por la noche acechan.
Oscuros espíritus, ellos no cesan.
Fantasmal es su ejército y su caminar.
Solo nos queda esperar la señal
y arderá Babilonia tonight.
Arderán los impuros aún más,
que ni con sus escudos defenderse podrán.
Arderá Babilonia, arderá Babilonia tonight.
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Elegiré, elegiremos volar, volar.
A hundir los pies, a hundir los pies
en barros de vulgaridad.
Submitted by 
pablussky on 2020-10-14
pablussky on 2020-10-14Translation
I'll choose
The path is bad, and nowadays
it's difficult to go straight on.
The only thing I can do is not having secrets.
I walk step by step,
that's how tales are written.
And a microphone is not a crime,
it's a way of not saying a word.
And now I feel your breath
as a flame.
I see my wound closing in your bed.
Lie to me playing like you're afraid of nothing.
You know what?
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
I told the path: "Be calm,
I don't want to see your ending"
I'm going slowly,
I'm going so calmly
that even hours go backwards.
There's hurrying people that step on us, but
I want to fly and run away like Icarus.
I'm going to show you the world from up high.
I'm going to give you the art of the birds.
Grab my wings, but quickly.
I invite you to a rapacious flight,
romantic flight,
to reconquer what was stolen from us,
to see the sea again without any trash by it.
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
Children with masks of adult souls.
Adult souls who hid behind masks.
Dark spirits lurk at night.
Dark spirits, they don't stop.
Their army and their walking are ghostly.
We only can wait the sign
and Babylon will burn tonight.
The impure ones will burn even more,
they won't even be able to defend themselves with their shields.
Babylon will burn, Babylon will burn tonight.
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
I'll choose, we'll choose to fly, to fly
Instead of sticking our feet, instead of sticking our feet
in vulgarity muds.
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La Raíz: Top 3
| 1. | A la sombra de la sierra |
| 2. | Entre Poetas y Presos |
| 3. | La Hoguera de los Continentes |
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