Yo que nunca he sido sherpa,
I who have never been a sherpa,
00:11
se que coronar la cumbre cuesta,
know that reaching the summit is hard,
00:14
y que un buen viaje nunca acaba cerca.
and that a good journey never ends nearby.
00:16
Llevo de equipaje esta cabeza terca.
I carry this stubborn head as luggage.
00:18
Hoy me muevo por senderos nuevos
Today I move through new paths
00:22
que aún así me traen recuerdos viejos.
that still bring me old memories.
00:24
La mente es un espejo, está encima de la mesa
The mind is a mirror, it's on the table
00:27
y se obceca en recordar el percal que no me interesa
and it insists on remembering the mess that doesn't interest me
00:29
apenas. Penas, alegrías, alergias,
hardly. Sorrows, joys, allergies,
00:32
sinergias de la energía, inercias que no terminan...
synergies of energy, inertias that don't end...
00:37
Este es el juego del fuego y ser flamígeros
This is the game of fire and being fiery
00:37
exige lo mejor de nosotros, quema el oxígeno.
demands the best of us, burns oxygen.
00:42
Logré colar mi picola epístola en tu auricular
I managed to sneak my small epistle into your ear
00:44
y hablar con una díscola en un disco-bar.
and talk to a rebellious woman in a disco-bar.
00:46
Yo soy solo un terrícola terrible y bipolar.
I'm just a terrible and bipolar earthling.
00:50
Tenía pasión avícola y no conseguí volar,
I had poultry passion and couldn't fly,
00:53
pero aún así aún me tiro. Si me despeño
but still I still throw myself. If I fall
00:55
al menos que sea poniendo empeño. Si me despierto
at least let it be by putting in effort. If I wake up
00:58
al menos que sea de un buen sueño. Si me la meto
at least let it be from a good dream. If I screw up
01:01
al menos que sea enfrentando el reto como un hombretón,
at least let it be facing the challenge like a big man,
01:04
mirando al dragón a los ojos. Que si me lanzo al vacío
looking the dragon in the eye. If I throw myself into the void
01:07
sea con los míos y con arrojo.
let it be with my people and with courage.
01:10
Si te sonrojo que sea con un piropo.
If I make you blush, let it be with a compliment.
01:12
Que si me topo contigo te quedes un trecho.
If I run into you, may you stay for a while.
01:15
Porque, de hecho, yo lo que quiero es que te guste,
Because, in fact, what I want is for you to like it,
01:18
que te resulte tan cercano que te asuste.
for it to be so close that it scares you.
01:21
Usted y yo pasándolo bien esta noche.
You and I having a good time tonight.
01:23
Ponte sexy y hazte un selfie que lo ilustre.
Get sexy and take a selfie that illustrates it.
01:26
Yo no te canto embuste,
I don't sing you lies,
01:29
vinimos a ser agua allá donde todo combuste.
we came to be water where everything combusts.
01:30
La piedra de la veta de la tierra que se incruste
May the stone from the vein of the earth be encrusted
01:34
en la joya de un alma que sufre y que quiere su suflé.
in the jewel of a soul that suffers and wants its soufflé.
01:37
Son senderos que no caminé.
They are paths that I did not walk.
01:41
Inflándome el pecho volveré al monte a por laurel.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
01:43
Cuando los afluentes confluyen
When the tributaries converge
01:47
y crece el cauce, a veces la corriente es cruel...
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
01:48
Son senderos que no caminé
They are paths that I did not walk
01:53
y que me llevan una y otra vez al mismo burdel.
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
01:53
Son senderos por los que se huye
They are paths through which one flees
01:57
cuando es tu puto recuerdo el que se prostituye.
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
01:59
Aquí seguimos firmes. Hablamos de caminos de vidas incombustibles,
Here we remain firm. We speak of paths of unburnable lives,
02:02
a eso nos referimos:
that's what we mean:
02:07
a los que son partícipes en la elección del sino
to those who participate in the choice of fate
02:08
y cultivan objetivos con personales fines.
and cultivate objectives with personal purposes.
02:10
Fue cuanto menos mágico que en el pasado nos cruzáramos
It was at least magical that we crossed paths in the past
02:13
y hoy es necesario despedirnos.
and today it is necessary to say goodbye.
02:16
El instante el que ambos fluctuamos de la mano
The moment in which we both fluctuated hand in hand
02:20
lo guardo grabado por si urge recordarlo.
I keep it engraved in case it is urgent to remember it.
02:22
Por si urge recordarte, por que no siempre soy fuerte.
In case it is urgent to remember you, because I am not always strong.
02:25
Más de una vez quiero prenderme del olvido del presente
More than once I want to cling to the oblivion of the present
02:26
y repetirme que me dispuse a irme
and repeat to myself that I was ready to leave
02:31
luchando contra la serpiente hambrienta de mi vientre.
fighting against the hungry snake in my belly.
02:34
Si por mi hubiera sido yo seguiría contigo.
If it had been up to me, I would still be with you.
02:36
Me hubiera quedado con el tiempo detenido
I would have stayed with time stopped
02:38
y mi futuro hipotecado. Pero lo inexorable en estos lares
and my future mortgaged. But the inexorable in these parts
02:41
es vox populi. Aún quedan detalles por pulir.
is vox populi. There are still details to polish.
02:45
Confluir, compartir y aunque duela concluir. Tan frío como lógico.
Come together, share and although it hurts, conclude. As cold as it is logical.
02:47
Aceptar lo doloroso. Se que solió ser útil.
Accept the painful. I know it used to be useful.
02:51
No quiero ser poderoso, ni tampoco un soso púgil,
I don't want to be powerful, nor a dull pugilist,
02:54
en la batalla vital, la carrera existencial.
in the vital battle, the existential race.
02:58
Senderos paralelos pero de dispar final.
Parallel paths but with different endings.
03:00
Para todos: un amor, una sangre, una vida.
For everyone: one love, one blood, one life.
03:02
Volveremos a encontrarnos al final de la partida.
We will meet again at the end of the game.
03:06
Son senderos que no caminé.
They are paths that I did not walk.
03:11
Inflándome el pecho volveré al monte a por laurel.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
03:12
Cuando los afluentes confluyen
When the tributaries converge
03:16
y crece el cauce, a veces la corriente es cruel...
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
03:18
Son senderos que no caminé
They are paths that I did not walk
03:22
y que me llevan una y otra vez al mismo burdel.
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
03:23
Son senderos por los que se huye
They are paths through which one flees
03:27
cuando es tu puto recuerdo el que se prostituye.
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
03:29
03:34
Salgo de casa en tirantes
I leave home in a tank top
03:44
con las llaves en la mano sueltas.
with the keys loose in my hand.
03:46
Hace un calor extraño para una tarde de mayo. ¡Agobio!
It's strangely hot for a May afternoon. Oppression!
03:48
Miro el cielo y me doy cuenta.
I look at the sky and realize.
03:51
Nada volverá ya a ser igual.
Nothing will ever be the same.
03:53
Cada fin de ciclo es necesario.
Each end of cycle is necessary.
03:56
Subo la música en los cascos
I turn up the music in my headphones
03:59
y abro camino atravesando el barrio.
and make my way through the neighborhood.
04:03
Desde siempre se que quieren que sigamos la corriente.
I've always known they want us to go with the flow.
04:04
Te dicen que es lo que te conviene.
They tell you it's what suits you.
04:08
Pero yo quiero moverme e improvisar,
But I want to move and improvise,
04:11
desaprendiendo para poder avanzar.
unlearning to be able to move forward.
04:14
Lucho contra el miedo a la libertad.
I fight against the fear of freedom.
04:16
Arriesgo porque quiero que algo nuevo venga.
I take risks because I want something new to come.
04:19
Y el corazón actúa
And the heart acts
04:22
por razones que la razón nunca entenderá.
for reasons that reason will never understand.
04:23
La vie en rose que pintan es raquítica,
The rosy picture they paint is weak,
04:27
aburrida y fría, como insípida,
boring and cold, like tasteless,
04:30
con normas estúpidas asumidas. Prefiero afrontar
with stupid assumed rules. I prefer to face
04:32
todos los errores que la vida lleva implícita.
all the mistakes that life implies.
04:36
Otro día más despertando tarde. Necesito aclararme.
Another day waking up late. I need to clear my head.
04:38
Cierro decisiones menos importantes para afrontar las de verdad.
I close less important decisions to face the real ones.
04:44
Yo no espero un tren, un tren que no llega.
I'm not waiting for a train, a train that doesn't arrive.
04:49
La espera en el andén es una eternidad.
The wait on the platform is an eternity.
04:52
Un constante movimiento trae un nuevo reto
A constant movement brings a new challenge
04:56
para hacer del sueño una realidad.
to make the dream a reality.
04:58
De cada fin
From each end
05:01
nace un principio necesario.
a necessary beginning is born.
05:03
Un trampolín,
A trampoline,
05:06
y volver a saltar con gente afín hasta el confín.
and jump again with like-minded people to the end.
05:07
A veces siento la herida de la partida.
Sometimes I feel the wound of departure.
05:11
Pero hay recompensas que al llegar lo equilibran.
But there are rewards that balance it upon arrival.
05:15
Siempre viene un fuego nuevo que va y vuelve
There always comes a new fire that comes and goes
05:17
y los amigos te animan.
and friends encourage you.
05:21
05:40
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
I who have never been a sherpa,
know that reaching the summit is hard,
and that a good journey never ends nearby.
I carry this stubborn head as luggage.
Today I move through new paths
that still bring me old memories.
The mind is a mirror, it's on the table
and it insists on remembering the mess that doesn't interest me
hardly. Sorrows, joys, allergies,
synergies of energy, inertias that don't end...
This is the game of fire and being fiery
demands the best of us, burns oxygen.
I managed to sneak my small epistle into your ear
and talk to a rebellious woman in a disco-bar.
I'm just a terrible and bipolar earthling.
I had poultry passion and couldn't fly,
but still I still throw myself. If I fall
at least let it be by putting in effort. If I wake up
at least let it be from a good dream. If I screw up
at least let it be facing the challenge like a big man,
looking the dragon in the eye. If I throw myself into the void
let it be with my people and with courage.
If I make you blush, let it be with a compliment.
If I run into you, may you stay for a while.
Because, in fact, what I want is for you to like it,
for it to be so close that it scares you.
You and I having a good time tonight.
Get sexy and take a selfie that illustrates it.
I don't sing you lies,
we came to be water where everything combusts.
May the stone from the vein of the earth be encrusted
in the jewel of a soul that suffers and wants its soufflé.
They are paths that I did not walk.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
When the tributaries converge
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
They are paths that I did not walk
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
They are paths through which one flees
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
Here we remain firm. We speak of paths of unburnable lives,
that's what we mean:
to those who participate in the choice of fate
and cultivate objectives with personal purposes.
It was at least magical that we crossed paths in the past
and today it is necessary to say goodbye.
The moment in which we both fluctuated hand in hand
I keep it engraved in case it is urgent to remember it.
In case it is urgent to remember you, because I am not always strong.
More than once I want to cling to the oblivion of the present
and repeat to myself that I was ready to leave
fighting against the hungry snake in my belly.
If it had been up to me, I would still be with you.
I would have stayed with time stopped
and my future mortgaged. But the inexorable in these parts
is vox populi. There are still details to polish.
Come together, share and although it hurts, conclude. As cold as it is logical.
Accept the painful. I know it used to be useful.
I don't want to be powerful, nor a dull pugilist,
in the vital battle, the existential race.
Parallel paths but with different endings.
For everyone: one love, one blood, one life.
We will meet again at the end of the game.
They are paths that I did not walk.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
When the tributaries converge
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
They are paths that I did not walk
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
They are paths through which one flees
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
I leave home in a tank top
with the keys loose in my hand.
It's strangely hot for a May afternoon. Oppression!
I look at the sky and realize.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Each end of cycle is necessary.
I turn up the music in my headphones
and make my way through the neighborhood.
I've always known they want us to go with the flow.
They tell you it's what suits you.
But I want to move and improvise,
unlearning to be able to move forward.
I fight against the fear of freedom.
I take risks because I want something new to come.
And the heart acts
for reasons that reason will never understand.
The rosy picture they paint is weak,
boring and cold, like tasteless,
with stupid assumed rules. I prefer to face
all the mistakes that life implies.
Another day waking up late. I need to clear my head.
I close less important decisions to face the real ones.
I'm not waiting for a train, a train that doesn't arrive.
The wait on the platform is an eternity.
A constant movement brings a new challenge
to make the dream a reality.
From each end
a necessary beginning is born.
A trampoline,
and jump again with like-minded people to the end.
Sometimes I feel the wound of departure.
But there are rewards that balance it upon arrival.
There always comes a new fire that comes and goes
and friends encourage you.
know that reaching the summit is hard,
and that a good journey never ends nearby.
I carry this stubborn head as luggage.
Today I move through new paths
that still bring me old memories.
The mind is a mirror, it's on the table
and it insists on remembering the mess that doesn't interest me
hardly. Sorrows, joys, allergies,
synergies of energy, inertias that don't end...
This is the game of fire and being fiery
demands the best of us, burns oxygen.
I managed to sneak my small epistle into your ear
and talk to a rebellious woman in a disco-bar.
I'm just a terrible and bipolar earthling.
I had poultry passion and couldn't fly,
but still I still throw myself. If I fall
at least let it be by putting in effort. If I wake up
at least let it be from a good dream. If I screw up
at least let it be facing the challenge like a big man,
looking the dragon in the eye. If I throw myself into the void
let it be with my people and with courage.
If I make you blush, let it be with a compliment.
If I run into you, may you stay for a while.
Because, in fact, what I want is for you to like it,
for it to be so close that it scares you.
You and I having a good time tonight.
Get sexy and take a selfie that illustrates it.
I don't sing you lies,
we came to be water where everything combusts.
May the stone from the vein of the earth be encrusted
in the jewel of a soul that suffers and wants its soufflé.
They are paths that I did not walk.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
When the tributaries converge
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
They are paths that I did not walk
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
They are paths through which one flees
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
Here we remain firm. We speak of paths of unburnable lives,
that's what we mean:
to those who participate in the choice of fate
and cultivate objectives with personal purposes.
It was at least magical that we crossed paths in the past
and today it is necessary to say goodbye.
The moment in which we both fluctuated hand in hand
I keep it engraved in case it is urgent to remember it.
In case it is urgent to remember you, because I am not always strong.
More than once I want to cling to the oblivion of the present
and repeat to myself that I was ready to leave
fighting against the hungry snake in my belly.
If it had been up to me, I would still be with you.
I would have stayed with time stopped
and my future mortgaged. But the inexorable in these parts
is vox populi. There are still details to polish.
Come together, share and although it hurts, conclude. As cold as it is logical.
Accept the painful. I know it used to be useful.
I don't want to be powerful, nor a dull pugilist,
in the vital battle, the existential race.
Parallel paths but with different endings.
For everyone: one love, one blood, one life.
We will meet again at the end of the game.
They are paths that I did not walk.
Swelling my chest I will return to the mountain for laurel.
When the tributaries converge
and the flow grows, sometimes the current is cruel...
They are paths that I did not walk
and that lead me again and again to the same brothel.
They are paths through which one flees
when it is your fucking memory that is prostituted.
I leave home in a tank top
with the keys loose in my hand.
It's strangely hot for a May afternoon. Oppression!
I look at the sky and realize.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Each end of cycle is necessary.
I turn up the music in my headphones
and make my way through the neighborhood.
I've always known they want us to go with the flow.
They tell you it's what suits you.
But I want to move and improvise,
unlearning to be able to move forward.
I fight against the fear of freedom.
I take risks because I want something new to come.
And the heart acts
for reasons that reason will never understand.
The rosy picture they paint is weak,
boring and cold, like tasteless,
with stupid assumed rules. I prefer to face
all the mistakes that life implies.
Another day waking up late. I need to clear my head.
I close less important decisions to face the real ones.
I'm not waiting for a train, a train that doesn't arrive.
The wait on the platform is an eternity.
A constant movement brings a new challenge
to make the dream a reality.
From each end
a necessary beginning is born.
A trampoline,
and jump again with like-minded people to the end.
Sometimes I feel the wound of departure.
But there are rewards that balance it upon arrival.
There always comes a new fire that comes and goes
and friends encourage you.
Key Vocabulary
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sherpa /ˈʃɜːr.pə/ B2 |
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cumbre /ˈkʌm.breɪ/ B1 |
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viaje /ˈvi.ɑː.hedʒ/ A2 |
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recuerdos /rɪˈkwɜːr.doz/ B1 |
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energía /ˌɛn.ərˈdʒiː.ə/ A2 |
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fuego /ˈfweɪ.ɡoʊ/ A1 |
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pasión /pæˈsiː.ən/ B1 |
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sueño /ˈsweɪ.njoʊ/ A2 |
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recuerdo /rɪˈkwɜːr.doʊ/ B1 |
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reto /ˈreɪ.toʊ/ B1 |
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corriente /kəˈrɪn.tə/ B2 |
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vida /ˈviː.də/ A1 |
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camino /kəˈmiː.noʊ/ A2 |
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amigos /əˈmiː.ɡoʊs/ A1 |
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Key Grammar Structures
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Yo que nunca he sido sherpa, se que coronar la cumbre cuesta.
➔ Present perfect tense (he sido) to indicate an experience up to the present.
➔ The phrase "nunca he sido" emphasizes that the speaker has never been a sherpa.
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La mente es un espejo, está encima de la mesa.
➔ Simple present tense (es, está) to describe a state or fact.
➔ The phrase "La mente es un espejo" suggests that the mind reflects thoughts and feelings.
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Si me lanzo al vacío sea con los míos y con arrojo.
➔ Subjunctive mood (sea) to express a wish or hypothetical situation.
➔ The phrase "Si me lanzo al vacío" indicates a willingness to take risks.
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A veces la corriente es cruel.
➔ Simple present tense (es) to express a general truth.
➔ The phrase "la corriente es cruel" reflects the harsh realities of life.
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Cierro decisiones menos importantes para afrontar las de verdad.
➔ Present tense (cierro) to indicate an action currently taking place.
➔ The phrase "cierro decisiones menos importantes" suggests prioritizing significant choices.
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Siempre viene un fuego nuevo que va y vuelve.
➔ Simple present tense (viene) to express a habitual action.
➔ The phrase "un fuego nuevo que va y vuelve" symbolizes new opportunities that arise.
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Un trampolín, y volver a saltar con gente afín hasta el confín.
➔ Infinitive form (volver) to express purpose or intention.
➔ The phrase "volver a saltar" indicates a desire to take risks again.
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