Translation of the song lyrics Frío - Nolasco

Frío (original)

Me he dormido en el jardín
De la cruda realidad
Y he sentido al despertar
Me he dormido en el jardín
De la cruda realidad
Y he sentido al despertar
Hastío y cansancio
Y harto de escribir
Harto de inventar
Harto de expresarme
Sin libertad
Y harto de esas lenguas
Que llevan veneno
Y de esas falsas caras
Que no dicen na'
Y harto de la noche
Harto del reproche
De comedias tontas
Que no tienen fin
Y yo me levanto
Curado de espanto
Con la vida a cuestas
Y pensando en ti
Frío
Solo de pensar que tu te has ido
Por querer comer el fruto prohibido
Y una llamada a tiempo
Jamás será un mal momento
(BIS)
Qué será de mí
Qué será de mí
Que será de mí
Si no te canto
Salgo pa' la calle
Cojo la toalla
Que tiraba ayer
Yo ya no me rindo
Voy de rebelao
He sacao ya mi genio
Pa' que se pasee
La vida está loca
Loco no estoy yo
Si los años pasan
Más pasota yo
Si este mundo es bello
Más bella eres tú
Y con tu consuelo
Yo me quedaré
Frío
Solo de pensar que tu te has ido
Por querer comer el fruto prohibido
Y una llamada a tiempo

(translation)

I have slept in the garden
Of the harsh reality
And I have felt when I woke up
I have slept in the garden
Of the harsh reality
And I have felt when I woke up
boredom and tiredness
And sick of writing
sick of inventing
sick of expressing myself
Without freedom
And sick of those tongues
that carry poison
And of those false faces
they don't say anything
And sick of the night
sick of reproach
of silly comedies
that have no end
and i get up
fright-cured
With life on the shoulders
And thinking about you
Cold
Just thinking that you're gone
For wanting to eat the forbidden fruit
And a call in time
It will never be a bad time
(BIS)
What will be of me
What will be of me
What will be of me
If I don't sing to you
I go out to the street
I take the towel
What was I throwing yesterday?
I no longer give up
I'm going to rebel
I have already taken out my genius
So that he walks
life is crazy
I'm not crazy
if the years pass
more pasota me
if this world is beautiful
You are more beautiful
and with your consolation
I will stay
Cold
Just thinking that you're gone
For wanting to eat the forbidden fruit
And a call in time