Translation of the song lyrics Frágil - La Vela Puerca

Frágil (original)

Le asustan los ruidos y también la tranquilidad
Le gustan los mimos, pero respira en soledad
Se hace fuerte ahí, donde no lo ví
Y se esconde siempre que hay maldad
Él vive escondido conversando con su piedad
Se queda en vilo para no tener que soñar
Y ahuyenta sus ganas, luego se las pone a buscar
Y se enreda ahí, donde sí lo vi
Y le encanta no poder robar
Se roba a sí mismo para poder continuar sin probar
Solo una vez pudo reírse de su contradicción
Y de volar como si fuera un pez
Que ahora camina cumpliendo una misión
Solo una vez pudo aguantarse de querer existir
Logró burlarse del sentido común
Y de las cosas que no saben morir
Buscando descalzo él siempre encuentra un aluvión
Y solo se cubre con los restos de una canción
Se remienda ahí con su bisturí y de pronto, todo es ilusión
Se abraza, se cuida y se estrella como un avión sin razón
Solo una vez pudo reírse de su contradicción
Y de volar como si fuera un pez
Que ahora camina cumpliendo una misión
Solo una vez pudo aguantarse de querer existir
Logró burlarse del sentido común
Y de las cosas que no saben morir

Frágil (translation)

He is scared by noises and also by tranquility
He likes pampering, but he breathes in solitude
It becomes strong there, where I did not see it
And it hides whenever there is evil
He lives hidden conversing with his piety
He stays in suspense so as not to have to dream
And he drives away his desire, then he starts looking for them
And he gets tangled up there, where I did see him
And he loves that he can't steal
He steals himself so he can continue without trying
He only once could laugh at his contradiction
And to fly as if he were a fish
That he now walks fulfilling a mission
Only once could he hold back from wanting to exist
He managed to flout common sense
And of the things that don't know how to die
Searching barefoot he always finds a barrage
And he just covers himself with the remains of a song
He mends himself there with his scalpel and suddenly everything is an illusion
He hugs himself, takes care of himself and crashes like a plane for no reason
Only once could he laugh at his contradiction
And to fly as if he were a fish
That he now walks fulfilling a mission
Only once could he hold back from wanting to exist
He managed to flout common sense
And of the things that don't know how to die