Translation of the song lyrics Batalla Sin Luz - Once Tiros

Batalla Sin Luz (original)

Muchas veces sueña con poderse dormir
Tan profundo como un submarino aleman
Y se da vuelta…
Con el humo negro nicotina mortal
Lejos del oasis donde quiere vivir
Y se desvela…
Filtros y mas filtros van formando un colchón
Donde se refugia lo que queda de el…
(que queda)
Por el mar onírico batalla sin luz
Nunca tuvo claro si no quiere perder
Y pega un salto…
Miles de soldados van cargando su cruz
Los mismos soldados que se suele inventar
Para dormirse…
Y que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Querer algo, un mensaje
Algo unico tal vez
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Querer algo, un mensaje
Algo unico tal vez
Ya no esta tan solo, no…
Muchas veces sueña con poderse dormir
Tan profundo como un submarino aleman
Y se da vuelta…
Con el humo negro nicotina mortal
Lejos del oasis donde quiere vivir
Y se desvela…
Filtros y mas filtros van formando un colchón
Donde se refugia lo que queda, de el…
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Querer algo, un mensaje
Algo unico tal vez
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Querer algo, un mensaje
Algo unico tal vez
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Que bonita es la humedad en la pared
Algo unico tal vez…
Ya no esta tan solo, no!

Batalla Sin Luz (translation)

Many times he dreams of being able to sleep
As deep as a German submarine
And he turns...
With deadly nicotine black smoke
Far from the oasis where she wants to live
And she reveals herself...
Filters and more filters are forming a mattress
Where what remains of him takes refuge...
(what remains)
By the dream sea battle without light
It was never clear if she doesn't want to lose
And take a leap...
Thousands of soldiers are carrying their cross
The same soldiers that is usually invented
To fall asleep…
And how beautiful is the humidity on the wall
want something, a message
something unique maybe
How beautiful is the humidity on the wall
want something, a message
something unique maybe
He is no longer alone, no...
Many times he dreams of being able to sleep
As deep as a German submarine
And he turns...
With deadly nicotine black smoke
Far from the oasis where he wants to live
And it reveals itself...
Filters and more filters are forming a mattress
Where what remains takes refuge, from him...
How beautiful is the humidity on the wall
want something, a message
something unique maybe
How beautiful is the humidity on the wall
want something, a message
something unique maybe
How beautiful is the humidity on the wall
How beautiful is the humidity on the wall
Something unique maybe...
He is not so alone anymore, no!