Si Se Callase El Ruido - Ismael Serrano

No te dejará dormir este estrépito infinito

Que intenta llenar los días de tinieblas y enemigos

Una estruendosa jauría se empeña en hacer callar

Las preguntas, los matices, el murmullo de ojalás

Ruido de patriotas que se envuelven en banderas

Confunden la patria con la sordidez de sus cavernas

Ruido de conversos que, caídos del caballo

Siembran su rencor perseguidos por sus pecados

Si se callase el ruido

Oirías la lluvia caer

Limpiando la ciudad de espectros

Te oiría hablar en sueños

Y abriría las ventanas

Si se callase el ruido

Quizá podríamos hablar

Y soplar sobre las heridas

Quizás entenderías

Que nos queda la esperanza

Ruido de iluminados, gritan desde sus hogueras

Que trae el fin del mundo la luz de la diferencia

Ruido de inquisidores, nos hablan de libertades

Agrietando con sus gritos su barniz de tolerantes

Nunca pisa la batalla tanto ruido de guerreros

Traen de sus almenas la paz de los cementerios

Háblame de tus abrazos, de nuestro amor imperfecto

De la luz de tu utopía, que tu voz tape este estruendo

Si se callase el ruido

Oirías la lluvia caer

Limpiando la ciudad de espectros

Te oiría hablar en sueños

Y abriría las ventanas

Si se callase el ruido

Quizá podríamos hablar

Y soplar sobre las heridas

Quizás entenderías

Que nos queda la esperanza

This endless din won't let you sleep

That tries to fill the days with darkness and enemies

A thunderous pack insists on silencing

The questions, the nuances, the murmur of hopefully

Noise of patriots wrapping themselves in flags

They confuse the homeland with the sordidness of its caves

Noise of converts who, fallen from the horse

They sow their rancor persecuted for their sins

If the noise would be silenced

Would you hear the rain fall

Cleaning the city of ghosts

I'd hear you talk in your sleep

And I would open the windows

If the noise would be silenced

maybe we could talk

And blow on the wounds

maybe you would understand

that we have hope

Noise of enlightened, they shout from their bonfires

That brings the end of the world the light of difference

Noise of inquisitors, they speak to us of freedoms

Cracking with their screams their varnish of tolerant

Never treads the battle so much noise of warriors

They bring from their battlements the peace of cemeteries

Tell me about your hugs, about our imperfect love

From the light of your utopia, may your voice cover this noise

If the noise would be silenced

Would you hear the rain fall

Cleaning the city of ghosts

I'd hear you talk in your sleep

And I would open the windows

If the noise would be silenced

maybe we could talk

And blow on the wounds

maybe you would understand

that we have hope