L.Amor.T - Foscor

Amb la recança de ser un ésser trist i fràgil

Com permets el viure així al seu costat

Escapces la veritat, l’amor un fum lloat

Relegues el preu d’uns lligams forts

Creu-te posseídor d’un bé preuat

No!

No hi veus el mal?

O aprens a furgar al cor del teu desig

Resta encegat pel suau engany

Passeges un camí equivocat

L’anhel et torna tendre

La cruesa del coneixe’t un instant

Falseja el teu neguit

Sembla un fermall

Ferides sense sang, i escenes que fan mal, si

Relegues el preu d’uns lligams forts

Creu-te que l’amor l’esquivarà, no!

Ferides sense sang, escenes que fan mal

El desencant

Podràs entendre l’amor si et centres

Mentres vulguis ser i no tenir

Vulguis, no tenir!

No hi veus el mal

Sembla un fermall

La mort pot fer-te veure al plaer

With the reluctance to be a sad and fragile being

How do you allow him to live like this next to you?

You escape the truth, love is a praiseworthy smoke

Relegate the price of strong bonds

Believe in your own possessions

No!

Don't you see the evil?

Or you learn to dig into the heart of your desire

He is blinded by the mild deception

You are walking the wrong path

Longing makes you tender

The cruelty of knowing you for a moment

Fake your anxiety

It looks like a brooch

Bloodless wounds, and hurtful scenes, yes

Relegate the price of strong bonds

Believe me, love will dodge you, no!

Bloodless wounds, scenes that hurt

The disenchantment

You can understand love if you focus

As long as you want to be and not have

Want it, don't have it!

You don't see the evil in it

It looks like a brooch

Death can make you look at pleasure