07. Cabeldi - Tuve (Prod. Syndrome)

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Prod. Syndrome
Rec and mix by S.E.Q.
Photo by William Tshimundu
Video by Luis Solana

TRANSLATION ( by Cabeldi and Brivid):

Chorus:

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.
 
Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion to create.

Life is to grow.
If I don’t have roots anymore, the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion to create.
To be born again with the emotion to fly.

First verse:

I become deaf like who held back their fear against the wall, fallen, demolished.
He couldn’t look ahead in a continuous manner,
absorbed by his own nucleus.
A second away from leaving everything behind.

He has already left his previous state, changing the smile for pain.
It doesn’t matter shirt, laugh, or smell.
Sees all the same color.

Bad day, that lasts for months, a while…
In front of his family is an opaque glass.
He carries something harmful and addictive in his inside, but he defends it like a guard at a tabaco shop.

I have so much time… Feels like I can touch how I lose it.
My grief, perceptible to the touch, covers my boat.
In a slow weeping I discovered the depth of the puddle.

This is a labyrinth where they paint differently every day because there is no way out.
Where those who avoid themselves are the ones that look at you.
And they will throw their rage at you with lies.
But their rage is only an attempt of running away from their nightmare.

Don’t let yourself fall,
live in your own way.
And if you fall you can always continue in a wheelchair.
Even if nothing goes on wheels.

Even if you do ten thousand laps in the same sphere.
They have destroyed my soul,
but I still believe that love is the only thing worthwhile.

I’m treating the pain face to face,
and the first step is to forget the hate.
And keep in mind that I’m forgetful,
but I forget everything except her name and what she did.

I’m watering my insides with tears,
and from dead trees pages are flowering.
I walk forward and with no weapon,
because there is nothing stronger that an honest being and its present.

With this face that drags bags on its eyes,
I lost the trace of my light smile.
Maybe the moon affects my tide
because if the night comes
my tears get agitated.

Second chorus:

Life is to grow; the solution is to fly.
Learning again with the emotion of creating.
 
Life is to grow.
If I don’t have roots anymore, the solution is to fly.
To be born again with the emotion of creating.
Learning again, the solution is to fly.

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