Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T'escric, artist - Auxili
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: Catalan
T'escric(original) |
Per què escric? |
Serà que em bullen les entranyes |
O que t’estranye al meu pis |
Per què escric? |
Seran les pors que m’acompanyen |
Que s’esborren entre els dits… |
Jo no vull drames, del que tinc ganes |
És que em berenes, jo vull verbenes amb tu |
I que tornes a encendre’m les venes |
Perquè a penes et tinc al davant ni al damunt |
Distàncies llargues que desesperen |
Escric, perquè tinc fam de tu! |
M’esborre les llàgrimes dels ulls |
I m’alimente d’estes frases |
Escribo recordando aquel verano en el que nos conocimos |
Recordando la pureza de aquella amistad |
Todo el mundo hablaba y criticaba por la espalda |
Pero eso no nos importaba, eso nos daba igual |
Recuerdo caminando por el parque de la mano |
Y tumbados en la hierba para fumar |
Nos contábamos la vida y nos reíamos sin pausa |
Esa es la causa por la que escribo ahora en la intimidad |
Pinte els llençols de records al dormir |
Sue tinta a les nits |
M’arreplegue les rimes que em cauen del pit |
I les munte en el llit |
Destil·le el verí que ja no em puc tragar |
Escric en lloc d’esclatar |
Perquè em sobren motius per cremar |
Al teu costat altre instant |
T’escric perquè em bullen les entranyes |
Perquè t’estranye al meu pis |
T’escric, seran les pors que m’acompanyen |
Que s’esborren entre els dits |
Rime les penes amb rialles |
Em curen les cançons |
Que no parlen de victòries |
Somiadors, rodamóns, trobadors |
Col·leccionistes de tresors |
Rime caderes amb esperes |
Rime per canviar-ho tot |
I no deixar d’estimar-te, paraules enllace |
Per viatjar fins a tu, per tornar a trobar-te |
Desde que te fuiste me asomo a la venta |
Y busco tu reflejo en el cristal |
E intento encontrar esa luz |
Que apagaste al marchar y no estas |
Desde que te fuiste no puedo volar |
Las palabras no me salen |
Y todos los sabores me saben a na |
Me faltan tus colores en las sabanas |
Pinte els llençols de records al dormir |
Sue tinta a les nits |
M’arreplegue les rimes que em cauen del pit |
I les munte en el llit |
Destil·le el verí que ja no em puc tragar |
Escric en lloc de esclatar |
Perquè em sobren motius per cremar |
Al teu costat altre instant |
T’escric perquè em bullen les entranyes |
Perquè t’estranye al meu pis |
T’escric, seran les pors que m’acompanyen |
Que s’esborren entre els dits |
(translation) |
Why am I writing? |
Will my gut boil |
Or do you miss my apartment? |
Why am I writing? |
It will be the fears that accompany me |
Wiping between fingers… |
I don’t want dramas, which I crave |
It's just that I have snacks, I want to talk to you |
And that you light my veins again |
Because I can barely stand in front of you or on top of you |
Desperate long distances |
I write because I am hungry for you! |
I wipe the tears from my eyes |
And I feed on those phrases |
I write remembering that summer we met |
Remembering the purity of that friendship |
Everyone was talking and criticizing from behind |
But we didn't care, we didn't care |
I remember walking through the park hand in hand |
And lying on the grass to smoke |
We told each other our lives and laughed non-stop |
That's why I'm writing in private now |
Paint souvenir sheets at bedtime |
Sue ink at night |
I pick up the rhymes that fall from my chest |
And mount them on the bed |
Distill the poison that I can no longer swallow |
I write instead of exploding |
Because I have too many reasons to burn |
Next to you another moment |
I'm writing to you because my gut is boiling |
Because I miss you on my floor |
I am writing to you, it will be the fears that accompany me |
That are erased between the fingers |
Rhyme the pain with laughter |
I am cured of songs |
That they are not talking about victories |
Dreamers, vagrants, troubadours |
Treasure collectors |
Rhyme hips with waits |
Rhyme to change everything |
And don't stop loving yourself, link words |
To travel to you, to meet you again |
I've been selling it since you left |
And I look for your reflection in the glass |
And I try to find that light |
That you turned off when you left and you are not |
I can't fly since you left |
The words don't come out to me |
And all the flavors know me |
I miss your colors in the sheets |
Paint souvenir sheets at bedtime |
Sue ink at night |
I pick up the rhymes that fall from my chest |
And mount them on the bed |
Distill the poison that I can no longer swallow |
I write instead of exploding |
Because I have too many reasons to burn |
Next to you another moment |
I'm writing to you because my gut is boiling |
Because I miss you on my floor |
I am writing to you, it will be the fears that accompany me |
That are erased between the fingers |