Si Se Callase El Ruido
No te dejará dormir este estrépito infinito
que intenta llenar los días de tinieblas y enemigos.
Una estruendosa jauría se empeña en hacer callar
las preguntas, los matices, el murmullo de ojalás.
Ruido de patriotas que se envuelven en banderas,
confunden la patria con la sordidez de sus cavernas.
Ruido de conversos que, caídos del caballo,
siembran su rencor perseguidos por sus pecados.
Si se callase el ruido
oirías la lluvia caer
limpiando la ciudad de espectros,
te oiría hablar en sueños
y abriría las ventanas.
Si se callase el ruido
quizá podríamos hablar
y soplar sobre las heridas,
quizás entenderías
que nos queda la esperanza.
Ruido de iluminados, gritan desde sus hogueras
que trae el fin del mundo la luz de la diferencia.
Ruido de inquisidores, nos hablan de libertades
agrietando con sus gritos su barniz de tolerantes.
Nunca pisa la batalla tanto ruido de guerreros,
traen de sus almenas la paz de los cementerios.
Háblame de tus abrazos, de nuestro amor imperfecto,
de la luz de tu utopía, que tu voz tape este estruendo.
Si se callase el ruido
oirías la lluvia caer
limpiando la ciudad de espectros,
te oiría hablar en sueños
y abriría las ventanas.
Si se callase el ruido
quizá podríamos hablar
y soplar sobre las heridas,
quizás entenderías
que nos queda la esperanza.
Si se callase el ruido
oirías la lluvia caer
limpiando la ciudad de espectros,
te oiría hablar en sueños
y abriría las ventanas.
Si se callase el ruido
quizá podríamos hablar
y soplar sobre las heridas,
quizás entenderías
que nos queda la esperanza.
Si se callase el ruido
oirías la lluvia caer
limpiando la ciudad de espectros,
te oiría hablar en sueños
y abriría las ventanas.
Si se callase el ruido
quizá podríamos hablar
y soplar sobre las heridas,
quizás entenderías
que nos queda la esperanza.
Si se callase el ruido
oirías la lluvia caer
limpiando la ciudad de espectros,
te oiría hablar en sueños
y abriría las ventanas...
If the Noise Were to Stop
This endless din won't let you sleep
trying to fill the days with darkness and enemies
A thunderous pack insists on silencing
the questions, the nuances, the whisper of hopefully
Noise of patriots wrapping themselves in flags
confusing the homeland with the sordidness of their caves
Noise of converts who, fallen from the horse
sow their resentment pursued by their sins
If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains
Noise of the enlightened, shouting from their bonfires
that the end of the world is brought by the light of difference
Noise of inquisitors, they speak to us of freedoms
cracking with their shouts their varnish of tolerance
Never does so much noise of warriors tread the battle
they bring from their battlements the peace of cemeteries
Tell me about your hugs, about our imperfect love
about the light of your utopia, let your voice drown out this din
If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains
If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains
If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows
If the noise were to stop
maybe we could talk
and blow on the wounds
maybe you would understand
that hope remains
If the noise were to stop
you would hear the rain fall
cleansing the city of ghosts
I would hear you speak in dreams
and I would open the windows...