No Es Massa Tard
Cansat, cansat de fer-me mal,
De viure en un engany,
Cansat de mi,
Que no sé allibera’m,
Fugir d´aquest desig
Que se que no és per a mi però no puc evitar.
Cansat d´aquesta soledat,
D´haver-me enamorat
Del pas del temps,
Que fa caure en l´òblit
Allò que va ser etern.
Cansat de veure-ho clar però no saber escapar.
No és massa tard per tot allò que és important
Estic tan cansat …però he de tornar a començar.
I quan s´aturarà aquest mal
Que crema I crema tant?
Evaporat,
Que no deixi record
D´aquells moments tan bons.
Cansat que d´aquells núvols només quedi fum.
No és massa tard per tot allò que és important
(Per a mi, com ser feliç).
Estic tan cansat …però he de tornar a començar.
Només vull oblidar I trencar, no recordar mai
Més per viure en pau.
Cansat d´haver callat, d´estar emprenyat, de
Ser fugaç, de ser real…, per què
No puc existir així.
No puc, no és per a mi, tan humà, despullat,
Que no puc existir, no vull pas fer-ho així.
Cansat d´haver somiat…
I quan podré somriure?
Quan tornaré a viure?
Quin va ser el pecat
Per sentir aquest desig
Que no té cap sentit,
Per viure sense viure tanta soledat?
It's Not Too Late
Tired, tired of hurting myself,
Of living in a lie,
Tired of me,
That I can't set myself free,
Running from this desire
That I know isn't for me but I can't help it.
Tired of this loneliness,
Of falling in love
With the passage of time,
That makes me fall into the oblivion
Of what was once eternal.
Tired of seeing it clearly but not knowing how to escape.
It's not too late for everything that matters
I'm so tired... but I have to start over.
And when will this pain stop
That burns and burns so much?
Evaporated,
Leaving no trace
Of those good moments.
Tired that from those clouds only smoke remains.
It's not too late for everything that matters
(For me, like being happy).
I'm so tired... but I have to start over.
I just want to forget and break, never remember
More to live in peace.
Tired of being silent, of being pissed off, of
Being fleeting, of being real... why
Can't I exist like this?
I can't, it's not for me, so human, stripped down,
That I can't exist, I don't want to do it this way.
Tired of having dreamed...
And when will I be able to smile?
When will I live again?
What was the sin
To feel this desire
That makes no sense,
To live without living so much loneliness?