Pablo Alborán - Cuerda al corazón versuri traducere în engleză

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Stir the Heart

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I never wanted, to forsake it all as lost,
my silence, were the neon lights to your oblivion,
I'm just like a diviner, even seeing my fate, I'm living, for that exhale.

All passes, this too will also pass,
like the tempest, that wrecks and settles down through inertia.
You are like the tides, however I avoid you, you always return, always too late.

I know you'll call me again, when the sleep in your hotel's a sliver
when you find that you can't shut out all the noise we made.
Sometimes I feel the pain of a past that's begging to be hated,1,
I'm made up of stories, but they're stories that can't be repeated.

You gave it passage, you stirred up the heart2,
and even then, you weren't able to repair all of the failure.
Random chance wasn't the cause, finding myself among my questions, lacking answers.

I'm admitting that I was frightened by the truth,
I never cheated, never was that kind of crazy conniving lover,
but I fought to hold on to every scrap of the hand that I let be bitten
and that you bit more than one time.

I know you'll call me again, when the sleep in your hotel's a sliver,
when you find that you can't shut out all the noise we made.
Sometimes I feel the pain of a past that's begging to be hated,
I'm made up of stories, but they're stories that can't be repeated.

You have lost a friend,
you have lost the plans that I dreamed up with you
and you'll take long to admit it.
You'll drown in the time,
the chains that clatter, you hold them within you.

(chorus x2)

1. lit. 'screamed at'
2. Referencing the title, which literally means 'Wind the Heart', as in, wind-up like a toy or a clock, to encourage or incite it, to lead it on.

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