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Where is the Love?

Where's the love that keeps you up at night? Oh
For how long will I keep looking for it
I spend hours thinking
Did I grow old or has my time passed?
Or are my feelings used up or did my heart die?
 
Content
Always content with my fate
Patient since I was a kid
Opened my eyes to see loneliness, yeah
My life turned into a monologue
For people I couldn't find a catalogue
The flower of youth is full of thorns
The sea of my sorrows is all waves
The truth is
The poem needed a pen
I dealt with sick minds
Deceit is an obligation in their faith
And the heart is wounded
Feelings wilting like it's autumn
Praise doesn't affect me and neither does slander
And painkillers don't stop the bleeding
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
Where's the love that keeps you up at night? Oh
For how long will I keep looking for it
I spend hours thinking
Did I grow old or has my time passed?
Or are my feelings used up or did my heart die?
 
In conflict and loneliness
Night and day
Disease with no vaccine
A boat without sail
Where's the love? Tell him I'm looking for him*
Where's the end to this labyrinth
If he had called I would have answered
Life brought us and life sent us
In a moment it shook us, and in a second it made us wise
If your feelings were genuine they would have interested us
We stopped loving those who kill us
I refused to leave myself to drugs
I refused to give my energy to fakes
I sobered up and knew why I couldn't find an answer
Because I was only asking liars
 
Where's the love that keeps you up at night? Oh
For how long will I keep looking for it
I spend hours thinking
Did I grow old or has my time passed?
Or are my feelings used up or did my heart die?
 

Sindbad

A new year and you're still fixed in my mind like the Mona Lisa
Good morning
Had no sleep since yesterday
All night staring at the sky
Sounds cliche, I know
But really
A year that smells like money
Smells like alcohol, smells like lessons
It went fine, I'm not in jail
Thank God
As long as I never sleep hungry
Someone else in my place would've gone crazy
Content with my fate and not sad
I am blessed
No time to waste
No fakes here
And any fakes I will sell out
And on God
All is on God
Tomorrow and the day after aren't in my hands
Homie leave it to god
Bro Subhanallah 1
No blessings were forced
No love is forced
Baby I'm a star
There's no sleep
There's a bank account
that I want to fill with zeros
My mind is spot-on
Please don't kill my vibe
I don't want you on sight
Bitch I'm in the zone
Leave the past behind
Wanna give me runarounds
Go date Sindbad 2
I don't see you in my future I won't lie
Envy me all you want
You won't get under my skin
I feel like I'm the best one who ever did it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
A new year and you're still fixed in my mind like the Mona Lisa
Good morning
Had no sleep since yesterday
All night staring at the sky
Sounds cliche, I know
But really
A year that smells like money
Smells like alcohol, smells like lessons
It went fine, I'm not in jail
Thank God
As long as I never sleep hungry
Someone else in my place would've gone crazy
Content with my fate and not sad
I am blessed
No time to waste
No fakes here
And any fakes I will sell out
And on God
All is on God
 
We
We stepped up the game
You wish you were one of us
To walk with us in the street
Don't expect much
You will get attached like an ornament
I'm the one
She know I'm the one
I made a wave
And they want to ride it
Homie wake up
Look and know who's driving
A street was named after me when I died
That's not a delusion that's the ambition
I have positive energy
I have many harmful friends
Not from Egypt I'm from Alexandria
This year I will take it
Good morning
 
A new year and you're still fixed in my mind like the Mona Lisa
Good morning
Had no sleep since yesterday
All night staring at the sky
Sounds cliche, I know
But really
A year that smells like money
Smells like alcohol, smells like lessons
It went fine, I'm not in jail
Thank God
As long as I never sleep hungry
Someone else in my place would've gone crazy
Content with my fate and not sad
I am blessed
No time to waste
No fakes here
And any fakes I will sell out
And on God
 

• 1. An expression used by Muslims to express praise, gratitude, or relief. Literally meaning 'all praise be to God'
• 2. Sinbad the Sailor is a fictional mariner and the hero of a story-cycle of Middle Eastern origin.

Love is What I Hope for

Why does Earth revolve
around an endless wound?
Why does a light whimper in the darkness?
Don't ask me what is it with it.
 
Despite its rejection
And despite its torment
I am in love with love and I won't
I won't repent from loving it
 
I am not scared
I am not scared
As long as you are mine, my dear
as long as your eyes are my world
as long as your love is the breeze I breathe
and your hands are my sky
 
I am not one to complain
nor am I rebel
For love is my grove
And affection is my home
I never leave myself to despair
for love is what I hope for
 
He who truly lives life is not
simply like a bunch of passing clouds
Instead, he loves and doesn't
fear the possibility of a broken heart
Your eyes are my home
And I migrate to you
We write so many lines
And so many lines get erased when it comes to love
 
I am not scared
I am not scared
As long as you are mine, my dear
as long as your eyes are my world
as long as your love is the breeze I breathe
and your hands are my sky
 
I am not one to complain
nor am I rebel
For love is my grove
And affection is my home
I never leave myself to despair
for love is what I hope for
 

You may know her

She's a woman who doesn't know the sea
Her legs have the colour of the sidewalks
Quite theatrical and somewhat bipolar:
she's so humble, and at the same time so arrogant.
 
The old child who never stops growing,
who opens her legs for strangers at night.
The enernal girl of the shawl and the carnation.
The teen who has had so many birthdays.
 
She's frenetic, she's always rushing
You might have seen her once getting up early
But at night nobody can put her to bed,
she gets drunk easily, she always finds an open bar
She's chaotic, close and proud.
She'll make you think that she's dancing just for you.
You may know her if I tell you that her name is Madrid.
 
She's so loving and so sensitive.
She'll take you in, she opens her arms for anyone.
And even though she hides it, she's still bipolar:
so madridista1 and at the same time so colchonera.2
 
Sometimes I need to cheat on her,
leave for some days, take some time for resting.
But when I'm with others, something begins to burn,
and shortly after I go back to your arms.
 
She's frenetic, she's always rushing
You might have seen her once getting up early
But at night nobody can put her to bed,
she gets drunk easily, she always finds an open bar
She's chaotic, close and proud.
She'll make you think that she's dancing just for you.
You may know her if I tell you that her name is Madrid.
You may know her if I tell you that her name is Madrid.
You may know her...
 
She's chaotic, close and proud.
She'll make you think that she's dancing just for you.
You may know her, she might have driven you crazy
if you saw her walking by the flea market on Sundays
 
She's frenetic, she's always rushing
You might have seen her once getting up early
But at night nobody can put her to bed,
she gets drunk easily, she always finds an open bar
She's chaotic, close and proud.
She'll make you think that she's dancing just for you.
You may know her, she might have driven you crazy
if you saw her walking by the flea market on Sundays
 
You may know her if I tell you that her name is Madrid,
is Madrid.
 

• 1. Fan of the Real Madrid FC
• 2. Fan of the Atlético de Madrid FC

My Heart Pounded

Is it possible that—with all the love,
how you make me feel,
and what I suffer from your love—you don't even feel it?
My feelings don't lie1
They know you're kind
My heart is my guide, it said you'll be my life
 
My heart pounded, my heart pounded
 
Is it possible that—you being my lover,
and with everything I feel for you
—it didn't even cross your mind?
My heart pounded, my heart pounded
Is it possible that—you being my lover,
and with everything I feel for you
—it didn't even cross your mind?
 
Tell me what's wrong with my heart
That it'd attach me to you
I worship your love and adore it
Even with its imperfections
You are cheap when it comes to me
and I accept very little
Your love taught this heart
to dream the impossible
 
My heart pounded, my heart pounded
Is it possible that—you being my lover,
and with everything I feel for you
—it didn't even cross your mind?
 
My heart pounded, my heart pounded
Is it possible that—you being my lover,
and with everything I feel for you
—it didn't even cross your mind?
 

• 1. lit. betray

My Selfish Love

Versions: #1
These people change
The shape of love changes
But my feelings remain
We exchange safety
And feelings of tenderness
For a game of seconds we get tired and bored of
 
And we say “love is lost“ and that’s it
To complete ourselves we look for our flaws
For a passing love, we hunt for chances
And we buy and we sell
 
Moments, happiness or joy
And secrets in the darkness that aren’t revealed
And we feel, in the end, that something is wounded
Inside us and is being lost
 
Sad, sad is the happiness
Who’s pain is waiting
Lonely, lonely are the hands
Which are fully open
 
My love has promised me happiness soon
Where are you talking me on this scary/weird trip
Please take me back
To my house and my fate, my love
 
Oh, love and friendship
Oh, passion and betrayal
Oh, love of manipulation
Oh, my selfish nature
 
Oh, a long relationship
We sell it in seconds, in seconds
My love
My love
 

It's good to know

It's good to know that there's no greater pain
for a skin than say goodbye to another skin.
It's good to know that the only thing you must learn
is that we came to learn.
 
It's good to know that your next life is not guaranteed,
so switch the screen off right now and take your girlfriend out to dance.
It's good to know that there are no immune hearts to dawn,
when your body is asking you for a skin able to be hugged.
 
It's good to know that passion is a bit boring when it gets tamed,
better to know that before boarding.
It's good to know that all my demons go to sleep if I touch you
and that's the shortest distance to happiness.
 
It's good to know that there's no woman who dreams
of spending her life inside a brothel.
It's good to know that even after the darkest night,
the day will always break again.
 
It's good to know that the planet is not your ashtray and to think that
the children we don't still have they shall inherit it tomorrow.
It's good to know that there's no better quarrel
than the one which ends up in bed,
when clothes are opened then the mouth uses to be closed.
 
It's good to know that there are too many assholes in this world,
friends who is better not to keep.
It's good to know that there are people who just love success and jewelry,
and gentlemen who can't think when seeing a good ass.
 
It's good to know, don't forget, that there's no woman who has an owner,
she's a flower, not a property.
It's good to know that although we never were told in our youth,
love is the only game where you must play to draw.
 
Oh oh oh
 
It's good to know that there's no adult without his collection of thorns,
we all have things to forget.
It's good to know that nothing stings more than a Sabina1 album
and at the same time only those songs can cure you.
 
It's good to know, don't forget, that there's no woman who has an owner,
she's a flower, not a property.
It's good to know that although we never were told in our youth,
love is the only game where you must play to draw.
 
Oh oh oh
 

• 1. Joaquín Ramón Martínez Sabina (born 12 February 1949), known artistically simply as Joaquín Sabina, is a singer, songwriter, and poet from the Andalusia region of southern Spain. Source: Wikipedia.
  

Companions

The best thing a man can do when he sees a woman kissing his son, when he sees a woman break winter´s teeth and break her back for others, is to give way. To look on intently. To stand up. Escandar said that wherever he looked, he could only see women fighting. Women bearing the load, opening, healing. Mothers who have their souls crushed bending down to remove the stones in your path, so I won´t trip over them.
 
You´ll always see them ready. She-wolves that milk and tend to their cubs, that tend to everything, mothers with open arms, open hearts, open souls. They are perfect by the mere fact of existing, of having been born, of returning that present for giving birth to another life. You should clap when you see them pass by, cleaning the world with their sons, with February on their backs, taking care of he house, of production, of life. They are everywhere, blazing a path, bringing you light, wiping the ghosts from your brow.
 
Women whose elbows get nailed so they won´t climb the social ladder fixed in place by men, because they owe themselves to the house. A world of men, women held back, patriarchal world, sick world, women cast out, women without a garden of Eden. Just loving, seeing the uneven distribution of power and keeping on loving. Women who love, gendered division of jobs, women who love, obstacles to advancement, unpaid jobs (to want and to shut up), women who love, competent but not outstanding, patriarchal world, sick world, sick world, sick world.
 
Poster woman for your enjoyment, for you to look upon, objectified women. Bombarded women: the tyranny of cosmetics, complex upon complex, sale upon sale.
 
Women we force to be mothers, lovers, flowerpots, ribs, Cinderella, cooks, whores, educators, Adam´s rib, doormat, 24/7, always perfect, rib and culprit, original sin, always ready the way I like them, the way men like them, always at hand. And not only rib, not only Mary Madeleine, and not only brothel, also burkha, Mad Juana, genital mutilation too, Joan of Arc, arranged marriages, Penelope too, Cassandra, also Pandora, also the guilt, not only the rib.
 
Domestic violence, with or without blows, justifications, customs, excuses, accepted societal norms, accpeted by everyone because we are not brave enough to restart to world, with them on the wheel, with us on the wheel, with everyone on the wheel, courts of law that forgive.
 
If you don´t see them, you are an idiot. They are fighting, breaking their bones for everyone. Many say it, that if they ruled the world, there would be no wars. None will push others to kill the son that other mother bore in her womb because only them know the endless pain of losing your offspring.They would never take the miracle of being a mother away from someone. Never. They would never.
 
I only want them to rest, for us to let them rest, that this century will, little by little, return them all they lost, their timetables, that they stop cleaning up our path, of solving our crosswords, they have enough with theirs, with their ghosts, let them forget mine, yours.
 
Frida´s mirror, Szymborska´s mirror, Rosa Parks mirror, the mothers of Plaza de Mazo, Mafalda, Femen, Simone de Beauvoir, women fighting against history, Mother Theresa´s hands, Indira Ghandi, Victoria Kent and his gaze on the prisoner. The example set, the marked path.
 
Mothers, women, sisters, partners, companions, eternal, companions, miracle, companions, without owners, companions, always, companions.
 

I'm in love with your soul

I'm in love with your soul and words
I'm particularly in love with your emotions
how you walk and how you talk
 
my heart misses you like crazy
I don't know how to be with someone else
and I can't talk to anyone else
 
from the first time we've met
my feelings have changed from within
 
I fell in love with you and I can't tell you
if I could describe more
I don't just like you
a look from you melts me away
I live and die by your love
 
if a moment keeps me away from you
and I can't even imagine
 
your absence torments me
I can't be freed from you
 
I swear, when you're away from me
I can't rhyme or sing
I die, I die from weary
 
I'll walk wherever you want me
I'll never tire nor ask
the immense love that's in my heart
I don't know how it can handle it
my heart doesn't beat on my command
I don't know how to express because of my fear
I lose words
 
your love's made me sing
and bear with and handle life
 
this life wasn't good
and not for once my dreams were fulfilled
 
when I fell in love with you, oh my life
my eyes were no longer mine
and I can't see anything but your magic
 
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I'm afraid that maybe I loved you and adored you

I'm afraid that maybe I loved you and adored you
And that the love might threw me in your home
And every night I miss you
and I ask myself how I loved you
 
The black eyes have been stolen you
Oh my heart ,you have been forgotten
Oh my heart ,you are not promised
just by sadness
 
They changed you and then they have gone away
They alienate you and then they have gone away
They have gone away to become comfort this evening
 
Our eyes are promised for nights of love
A blissful turning come from your eyes
The poems are crying
And the way is waiting for us
 
Tell her what happened
You ,a bird of eve
 

A Year Passed

Could it be actually possible that you can't hear
the seeping sound of a tear
that has halted to call upon you
It is calling you: Stay!
Tell me if you're not coming back
so that I wouldn't wait for you
 
A year passed
And I'm still frozen in my place
It's as if it's just today
that your separation brought tears to my eyes
It surprises me how I haven't forgotten you
in all those days
Oh darling, If I don't speak to you
I can't sleep
 
Oh darling, don't you ever think that
if I fell asleep for a night
that I am sleeping in bliss
or that I forgot [you/everything] for a moment.
I'm trying to lie to myself
just to kill time
Oh precious, to be honest with you
I've really grown weary
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

If

If
 
I had closed my eyes and walked away,
 
And you'd never have looked at me nor talked to me
 
I wish you had never approached me
 
keeping my eyes from falling asleep
 
I wish coincidence had never played its role
 
I wish
 
I wish
 
I wish I didn't exist that moment,
 
(Repeat)
 
As if had known these eyes a lifetime
 
But i never tasted the taste of life
 
Feeling that i can't describe have blown like wind
 
Penetrated inside me between darkness, and the shadow of boredom
 
(Repeat)
 
If i hadn't
 
If I hadn't opened my eyes on this world
 
If i hadn't closed them(my eyes) to the prettiest story that day
 
I would have waken up and never would have known blame
 
I would have never cried nor smiled
 
And my illusions(fantasies) would never have dreamt about you in their sleep
 
If I hadn't
 
Lived the happiness that was not rightfully mine
 
If I hadn't
 
Felt like I own the world that day,
 
I would have never lost you nor myself
 
I wish on the day that I made the choice
 
That I believed my suspicions and its opinions(tales) and its blame
 
If
 
I had closed my eyed and walked awaaaaaaaaaaay
 

Scared You'd Go

I'm scared you'd go
I fear for myself
When I'm by your side, I'm always scared
Because of my heart's yearning
I fear for my love
I can't hide it nor say it
 
I'm scared, darling
that if you'd leave, I'd forget myself
I'd search for you
and wouldn't find you in these nights
You wouldn't be by my side
You wouldn't be by my side
 
I fear for my heart
when it asks me about you
What am I to say to it?
And the perfume asks about you
My eyes would miss [you]
My eyes would miss [you]
 
Under your spell,
I want to hide you
Stay by my side
I hear your whispers
I follow your steps
I'm scared they might take you away forever
 
I'm scared, darling
that if you'd leave, I'd forget myself
I'd search for you
and wouldn't find you in these nights
You wouldn't be by my side
You wouldn't be by my side
 
I fear for my heart
when it asks me about you
What am I to say to it?
And the perfume asks about you
My eyes would miss [you]
My eyes would miss [you]
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel