Lyrics of Arte - Dante

Arte (original)

Escribo lo que es obvio, y el agobio viene aparte
No crees un mundo propio donde no puedas lanzarte
Andando a ciegas es difícil escaparte
Porque ves que nunca llegas cuando juegas a encontrarte
No soy experto, pero sí puedo enseñarte
Lo jodido que se vuelve sonreír solo en un parque
Sin nadie al lado que esté dispuesto a escucharte
Porque los que estuvieron, decidieron destrozarte
Rompí mi espalda, pero ya no creo que importe
Y recogí mis partes a la par que perdí el norte
Dejé de confiar en mí, ya no era arte
Bajé el listón al suelo para pisar mi estandarte
No me preguntes, porque aún no sé contestarte
Mientras sigo buscando siete historias que contarte
No busques respuestas que en la vida podré darte
Porque yo soy la respuesta que deberías preguntarte
Mi alma volaba, y me dejaba en cualquier parte
Mi cabeza en Babia, la labia en Marte
Vivo un Domingo que me sabe más a Martes
Mes a mes amé a mi mesa más de lo que pude amarme
¿Y como vas a ser feliz siendo incapaz de amarte?
Te dicen que eres único, y no sabes distinguirte
¿Como vas a sonreír, si pretendes dañarte?
Y cuando dicen que te quedes, piensas la forma de irte
Si haces todo así, solo logras engañarte
Este mundo sordomudo, lo hace todo por cambiarte
Lenguas que no valen solo saben despreciarte
Mentes que te ofuscan solo buscan controlarte
No te subestimes por quien no sepa apreciarte
No llames amigos a personas que te aparten
Si llevan caretas, es normal que no te aporten
Si clavan puñales, normal que no reconforten
Vives en un bucle, y sé que es decepcionante
Que el miedo a fracasar, logre sugestionarte
Que exista gente que consiga acomplejarte
Y que falten manos que te curen al tocarte
Si estoy aquí, es para recordarte
Que nadie gana nada sin haber perdido antes
Y ese es el motivo por el cual has de aceptar que:
Seas como seas, tú también puedes ser arte

(translation)

I write what is obvious, and the burden comes apart
Don't create a world of your own where you can't launch
Walking blindly it is difficult to escape
Because you see that you never arrive when you play to find yourself
I'm not an expert, but I can teach you
How fucked up it becomes to smile alone in a park
With no one by your side who's willing to listen to you
Because those who were, decided to destroy you
I broke my back, but I don't think it matters anymore
And I picked up my parts as I lost the north
I stopped trusting myself, it was no longer art
I lowered the bar to the ground to step on my banner
Don't ask me, because I still don't know how to answer you
While I'm still looking for seven stories to tell you
Do not look for answers that in life I will be able to give you
'Cause I'm the answer you should be asking yourself
My soul flew, and left me anywhere
My head on Babia, labia on Mars
I live a Sunday that tastes more like a Tuesday
Month after month I loved my table more than I could love myself
And how are you going to be happy being unable to love yourself?
They tell you that you are unique, and you do not know how to distinguish yourself
How are you going to smile, if you intend to harm yourself?
And when they say to stay, you think the way to go
If you do everything like this, you only manage to deceive yourself
This deaf-mute world does everything to change you
Languages ​​that are not worth only know how to despise you
Minds that obfuscate you only seek to control you
Do not underestimate yourself for those who do not know how to appreciate you
Do not call friends to people who push you apart
If they wear masks, it is normal that they do not give you
If they stick daggers, it is normal that they do not comfort
You live in a loop, and I know it's disappointing
That the fear of failing manages to suggest you
That there are people who manage to complex you
And that there are no hands that heal you when they touch you
If I'm here, it's to remind you
That nobody wins anything without having lost before
And that is the reason why you have to accept that:
Whatever you are, you can also be art