Lyrics of Ella - Xinkoa, Zenit

Ella (original)

ella era una chica normal
con un trabajo normal
y una familia normal
de un barrio normal
ke keria lo normal para su vida
un futuro normal, que del sueño de cualkier persona anida
hasta ke aprende a volar y desaparece
maldito dia invernal
en el que bajo un manto de estrellas congeladas
que ardian bajo del cielo, en el suelo
su alma ya se desvanece
todo empezo a tornarse gris mucho tiempo atras
cuando satanás en la piel de aquel chaval
paso a formar parte por desgracia de su dia a dia
mas no se conformo con fastidiar la relacion que les unía
no, no le basto
su inexistente paciencia sin motivo se gasto
y como no, tuvo que demostrar su hombria
castigando cuerpo y mente a la mujer que le quería
ella se sentia culpable por tener en la cabeza
ese recuerdo ya imborrable que inundaba de tristeza
la riqueza de su ser…
por no poder retroceder hasta ese ayer
en el que la dureza con la que el la maltrataba aun no existia
en el que era una niña todavia
que no tenia porque conocer, no
la angustia que te angustia dejaria su alegria tras perder la sonrisa
el amor propio, el poder
mirarse en un espejo para ver su bello rostro y volver
a sentirse guapa
defender a espada y capa su espacio vital
aun a costa de caer en un abismo violento
su integridad moral aun a riesgo de perecer en ese mismo intento
aun asi lo estuvo haciendo hasta saber
ke de momento tanto mal al final la iba a vencer
ella, era una diosa para dioses
ella, era una musa de poetas
ella, era la luna de mis noches
era ella la que conseguia que alcanzara metas
ella, era el motivo de mi lucha
ella, era mi utopía, mi quimera
era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
la primera cosa en la que pensaba cada dia era ella
estaba hundida
sumida en un conflicto mental, tal
que el opaco cristal
a traves del cual observaba su vida le impedia
contemplar sus opciones de futuro
averiguar cual seria el camino menos duro
para superar ese infranqueable muro
por el cual trepar
desde lo mas profundo de ese odioso pozo oscuro
en el que la tristeza la sumia
hasta la superficie de ese mundo que asumia
alumbrado por un soleado dia que veia
sin poder luchar anclada en la agonia
y sin casi darse cuenta se vio envuelta en una manta blanca y fria
que traia mas problemas
que la aislaba de los demas
que hacia que los edemas que en el pasado adornaron su piel
fueran solo dulce miel
comparados con los que esa hiel
en su mente dejo grabados como emblemas
intento ahogar sus penas en alcohol
noches de fiesta que unian una puesta con otra puesta de sol
creia tener el control pero solo
la mente, su mente respondia
si recibia diariamente la dosis que le volvia
a sumergir en ese frasco de formol
que la mantenia en esa via con atasco
y la destruia
decidio tirarlo todo a la basura
y arreglarlo por la via rapida
pues la unica cura requeria una fuerza de voluntad
que ella ya no tendria que reunir
si permitia a su alma partir
para que su cuerpo pudiese dormir por siempre bajo una lapida
esa desicion no era la valida
pero que era casi imposible superarlo era verdad
ella, era una diosa para dioses
ella, era una musa de poetas
ella, era la luna de mis noches
era ella la que conseguia que alcanzara metas
ella, era el motivo de mi lucha
ella, era mi utopia, mi quimera
era ella gracias a quien ahora la gente me escucha
la primera cosa en la que pensaba cada dia era ella
estuvo muy cerca de desaparecer
callo y nadie confio en que pudiera volver
a levantarse por su propio pie
y caminar sin depender de eso que su vida complica
tirar pa elante y defender que reponerse explica
lo facil que es caer y lo dificil que es hacer
a ese desierto florecer
cuando a muerto el placer…
de tener todo lo que sentirse una chica feliz implica
la llegada de un angel alado la salvacion pronostica
para ella
tener de nuevo un amigo al lado
ha provocado que su estado emocional haya cambiado
hasta su estetica
que su vision de la vida tan patetica
se haya tornado en un alegre visionado
de todas las escencias que su mente ha sacado
de todas las vivencias que en su piel ha disfrutado
y asi recoger recuerdos del pasado
y sin casi revolver lo malo ya olvidado
con pasion de volver lo bueno que le han quitado
en cada ocasion en la que podria empezar a crecer
para nunca mas caer en el querer equivocado
antes de perder el contacto con aquel
gracias al que sonrisas vacias de ilusiones y alegrias habia recuperado
y asi paso…
la relacion ya se acabo, incluso el contacto se perdio
este angel sin saber porque vio
como derrepente su amor se desvanecio
un cielo gris y nublado de nuevo aparecio
mientras el reflejo de su luz en la distancia permanecio
y que el dulce aroma de su fragancia impregnado en cada estancia
nacio esta cancion …

(translation)

she was a normal girl
with a normal job
and a normal family
from a normal neighborhood
ke keria the normal for your life
a normal future, that from the dream of any person nests
until she learns to fly and disappears
damn winter day
in which under a blanket of frozen stars
that burned under the sky, on the ground
her soul is already vanishing
everything started to turn gray a long time ago
when satan in the skin of that kid
unfortunately became part of his day to day
but he was not satisfied with annoying the relationship that united them
no, not enough
her non-existent patience was wasted for no reason
and of course, she had to prove her manhood
punishing body and mind the woman who loved him
she felt guilty for having in her head
that already indelible memory that flooded with sadness
the richness of his being hers…
for not being able to go back to that yesterday
in which the harshness with which he mistreated her did not yet exist
in which she was still a girl
that she didn't have to know, no
the anguish that anguishes you would leave her joy after losing her smile
self love, power
look in a mirror to see her beautiful face and return
to feel pretty
defend with sword and layer her living space
even at the cost of falling into a violent abyss
her moral integrity even at the risk of perishing in that same attempt
she even so she was doing it until she knew
ke so bad at the moment in the end she was going to beat her
she was a goddess for gods
she was a muse of poets
she was the moon of my nights
she was the one who got me to reach goals
she was the reason for my fight
she was my utopia, my chimera
it was her thanks to whom now people listen to me
the first thing I thought of every day was her
she was sunk
plunged into a mental conflict, such
than the opaque glass
through which she observed her life she prevented him
contemplate your options for the future
find out which would be the least hard way
to overcome that insurmountable wall
which to climb
from the depths of that hateful dark well
in which sadness engulfed her
to the surface of that world that she assumed
illuminated by a sunny day that saw
unable to fight anchored in agony
and almost without realizing it she was wrapped in a cold white blanket
that she brought more problems
that isolated her from others
that she made the edemas that in the past adorned her skin
were just sweet honey
compared to those that gall
in her mind she left engravings like emblems
I try to drown her sorrows in alcohol
party nights that joined a sunset with another sunset
I thought I was in control but only
her mind, her mind responded
if she received daily the dose that made her
to immerse in that jar of formalin
that she kept her on that road with traffic jam
and destroyed it
decided to throw it all away
and fix it the fast track
because the only cure required a force of will
that she would no longer have to gather
if she allowed her soul to depart
so that her body could sleep forever under a tombstone
that decision was not valid
but that it was almost impossible to overcome it was true
she was a goddess for gods
she was a muse of poets
she was the moon of my nights
she was the one who got me to reach goals
she was the reason for my fight
she was my utopia, my chimera
it was her thanks to whom now people listen to me
the first thing she thought of every day was her
she was very close to disappearing
I shut up and no one trusted that she could come back
to get up on their own feet
and walk without depending on what her life complicates
pull forward and defend that recovering explains
how easy it is to fall and how hard it is to do
to that desert bloom
when pleasure is dead...
to have everything that being a happy girl implies
the arrival of a winged angel prognosticates salvation
for her
have a friend by your side again
has caused her emotional state to change
even its aesthetics
that his vision of her of her life so pathetic
she has turned into a joyous viewing
of all the essences that his mind has taken from her
of all the experiences that she has enjoyed in her skin
and thus collect memories of the past
and without almost stirring up the bad already forgotten
with a passion to return the good that has been taken away
Every time she could start to grow
to never fall into the wrong will again
before losing contact with that
thanks to the one who had recovered empty smiles of illusions and joys
and so it happened…
the relationship is over, even the contact was lost
this angel without knowing why he saw
how suddenly his love for her vanished
a gray and cloudy sky appeared again
While the reflection of his light from her in the distance remained
and that the sweet scent of her fragrance impregnated her in every room
this song was born...