Translation of the song lyrics El Poeta Enamorado - Ciencias Naturales

El Poeta Enamorado (original)

Triste historia
y un poeta enamorado,
varios anos exhiliaron
que ha perdido la razon.
Frente a frente
no midieron las palabras,
recurrieron a las armas
de apuntar al corazon.
El soaba
noche a noche en su poesia,
que con lastima escribia,
pues de nada le sirvio.
Y ella en cambio
era tan fria y tan fuerte,
que ni los versos latentes
volvieron a su cajon.
Y se bebio
las palabras
del poeta enamorado,
como gotas con las que se desahogo.
Y dale vida,
dulce genio,
otra poesia,
que el poema de Raquel se desangro…
que el poema de Raquel se desangro.
Lentamente
hizo el auto y su maleta,
poco a poco su chaqueta
iba sintiendo el dolor.
Y al momento,
fue el primero en derrumbarse,
justo antes de marcharse,
una lagrima escribio.
Tantos aos
compartiendo junto a ella,
y ahora en busca de otra estrella
el bohemio se largo.
Y ella en cambio
era tan fria y tan fuerte,
que ni los versos latentes
volvieron a su cajon.
Y se bebio
las palabras
del poeta enamorado,
como gotas con las que se desahogo.
Y dale vida,

(translation)

Sad story
and a poet in love,
several years exiled
that he has lost his reason.
Facing
they did not measure the words,
they resorted to arms
to aim at the heart.
He dreamed
night after night in his poetry of him,
that with pity he wrote,
because it was of no use to him.
and she instead
she was so cold and so strong
that neither the latent verses
they went back to their crate from him.
and he drank
words
of the poet in love,
like drops with which he vented.
And give it life
sweet genius,
another poetry,
that Raquel's poem bled to death...
that Raquel's poem bled to death.
Slowly
he made the car and his suitcase from him,
little by little his jacket
he was feeling the pain.
And at the moment,
he was the first to collapse
just before leaving,
a tear wrote
so many years
sharing with her,
and now in search of another star
the bohemian left.
and she instead
she was so cold and so strong
that neither the latent verses
they went back to their drawer of hers.
and she drank
words
of the poet in love,
like drops with which he vented.
And give it life