Balas

Bullets

Balas

Because I can travelPorque puedo viajar
In one leap to the starsDe un salto a las estrellas
And keep them as if they were blackberries along the wayY guardarlas como si fuesen moras del camino

I can go back at the speed of lightPuedo volver a la velocidad de la luz
To every corner of the times livedA cada rincón de los tiempos vividos

And the poets' darts rain downY llueven los dardos de los poetas
The pianists start to shootLos pianistas empiezan a disparar
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emergesY en medio del humo surge un verso brutal

He doesn't need anyoneNo necesita a nadie que
To come and save himVenga a salvarle
Nothing will make him change his mindNada le hará cambiar de opinión

He has all those bulletsTiene todas esas balas
With which he could kill youCon las que podría matarte
Lucky that he's in a good mood todaySuerte que hoy esté de buen humor

Because I can walk through streets of bonesPorque puedo recorrer calles de huesos
Ride the poison of an ancient liquorCabalgar el veneno de un antiguo licor
Return to the sweaty bed of first loveVolver a la cama sudorosa del primer amor

And the poets' darts rain downY llueven los dardos de los poetas
The pianists start to shootLos pianistas empiezan a disparar
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emergesY en medio del humo surge un verso brutal

He doesn't need anyoneNo necesita a nadie que
To come and save himVenga a salvarle
Nothing will make him change his mindNada le hará cambiar de opinión

He has all those bulletsTiene todas esas balas
With which he could kill youCon las que podría matarte
Lucky that he's in a good mood todaySuerte que hoy esté de buen humor

Because I can go backPorque puedo volver
To the dusty clawsA las garras polvorientas
To the dried-up sourcesA las fuentes disecadas
The thirsty scalesLas escamas sedientas

To the abandoned garden of dead leavesAl jardín abandonado de las hojas muertas
To the snowy rails of the pending sunsetA los raíles nevados del ocaso pendiente
And to those who shout in the inkwellY a los que gritan en el tintero
Dreaming from the roots of the earthSoñando desde las raíces de la tierra

And the poets' darts rain downY llueven los dardos de los poetas
The pianists start to shootLos pianistas empiezan a disparar
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emergesY en medio del humo surge un verso brutal

He doesn't need anyoneNo necesita a nadie que
To come and save himVenga a salvarle
Nothing will make him change his mindNada le hará cambiar de opinión

He has all those bulletsTiene todas esas balas
With which he could kill youCon las que podría matarte
Lucky that he's in a good mood todaySuerte que hoy esté de buen humor

He believes that time putsCree que el tiempo pone
Everyone in their placeA cada uno en su lugar
Who hasn't paid will have to payEl que no haya pagao' tendrá que pagar

He has all those bulletsTiene todas esas balas
With which he could kill youCon las que podría matarte
Lucky that he has decided to show mercySuerte que haya decidido tener piedad