Vidres a la Sang — El Crit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Crit" by Vidres a la Sang.
Lyrics
No perdo l' esperança
Apreto el pit d' aquest ofec constant de reptes
Il.lusió i desengany
L' àmbit de la vida retrobo a cada detall
En un suspir, en un gest
En la insignificància d' un record
Aparteu-vos de mí, els qui em negueu el meu esperit
Resistiré, no defalliré, obeïré tan sols al meu neguit
No perdo l' esperança
De veure que l' abisme també té un camí de pujada
I que ni la temença, ni la cobdícia
Representen per a mí grans obstacles
A llàgrima viva reclamo el dret de sentir
Car contradir el cor és tan indigne com cruel
Les empremtes de l' amor passo de l' infern al cel
I a la vida declarant-me fidel us dic…
Allunyeu-vos de mí
Em plantaré davant de tan dura escomesa
Tan sols sotmès al meu instint, al meu parè
I la defugiré, la combatré
A la contra dels elements
Car per molt que ho intenteu
No podreu, ni a tort, ni a pret
Llanço un crit al sord univers
I no perdo l' esperança de perdre la fe
Car no la vull, no la sento, la desprecío
Com la por que em persegueix
Aparteu-vos de mí, els qui em negueu el meu esperit
Resistiré, no defalliré, obeïré tan sols al meu neguit
I amb la templança dels més dignes us dic
Aparteu-vos de mí, la vida visc en cinc sentits
Eloi boucherie
Lyrics translation
Don't lose the hope
Apreto the chest of this choking constant challenges
Il.hope and disappointment
The field of life retrobo to every detail
In a suspir, in a gesture
In the insignificance of a memory
Set aside-you of me, who I negueu my spirit
Resistiré, not defalliré, obeïré so alone in my anxiety
Don't lose the hope
To see that the abyss also has a way of ascent
And that neither the temença, nor the greed
They represent to me the great obstacles
To tear living reclamo the right feel
Expensive to contradict the heart is so unworthy as cruel
The traces of l' love I t' hell in heaven
And in life by stating faithful to me I tell you…
Move away from me
I plantaré in the face of such a harsh assault
Even subjected to my instinct, in my parè
And the defugiré, the combatré
The against the elements
Expensive for a lot that try
You will not be able, nor in tort, or pret
Throw a shout out to the deaf universe
And not lose the hope of losing faith
Expensive not the I, not the feel, the desprecío
As the fear that plagues me
Set aside-you of me, who I negueu my spirit
Resistiré, not defalliré, obeïré so alone in my anxiety
And with the evolution of style of the most worthy I tell you
Set aside-you of me, the life I live in the five senses
Eloi boucherie