En La Cuerda Floja [English translation]

For me it's very simple: Life should be lived on the edge. You mustn't submit yourself to any rule, or let yourself be influenced by what others may say or think about you. You must see each moment, each idea, each day as a real challenge. And then, only in this way, will one manage to live life....on the tightrope

[Nach]

As the paper is filled my spirit is emptied

In any case, I prefer it to your office, I couldn't

watch the days pass by and me moving like a machine,

I chose the somersault of the acrobat, I was a nomad

Seeking truths, I left behind so many friendships

and hearts broken into two halves

You, what do you know about uncertainty

About the effort it takes to raise my songs to the top

And although heartbreak throws me down, I'll go in my own direction

I'm a tailor of disaster, a burden in each relationship

A magician, in love with risk and its glitters

And whoever loves me should deal with it

What can I do about it? If I live peacefully in another galaxy

If what I know chokes me, it doesn't calm my anxiety

A prisoner in nostalgia, sheets (of paper) are my elixir

Walking the tightrope, this is the life I chose to live

[Refrain]

We live life to the full, as if time hated us

We die for each word without fearing anything

We experience seeing heights that are getting ever closer

We die if routine watches behind our doors

We carry on reloading weapons, vomiting up our souls

Writing in mauve1 holding the weight on our backs

Only our faith saves us, it's all we have

The tightrope at our feet doesn't prevent us from giving up

[Rapsusklei]

I'm a funambulist 2, master of the tightrope

Where dreams are hidden, I live behind a sheet (of paper)

In this way, I saw the coffin the same as time that disappears3

I carry that cross for a little moonlight

I've lost so much for not being focused

More than (what I lost because of) pen and paper and reading aloud my feelings

I've given everything, I've cried my suffering

I've let go of my being and given it to the wind

For a piece of heaven, made up of clouds

With poetry tasting of caramel

But when I write I bleed and I hurt

What awaits me on the bottom rung of the ladder towards longing?

Or the well of desires,

I lost friends, women and pleasures for real trophies

I've lost everything except a screw,4

since the pen and I have been allies.

[Refrain]

We live life to the full, as if time hated us

We die for each word without fearing anything

We experience seeing heights that are getting ever closer

We die if routine watches behind our doors

We carry on reloading weapons, vomiting up our souls

Writing in mauve, holding the weight on our backs

Only our faith saves us, it's all we have

The tightrope at our feet doesn't prevent us from giving up

[Nach]

And although the ground burns, I look ahead, although I walk tired

Believe me, I'm a lover who fears loving too much

I've accepted my dilemmas, my ravings, my lethargy

I've challenged balance and I don't succeed in defeating it

[Rapsusklei]

I've seen the present at my side go straight past

I've cried blood writing a bitter past

I've lost fear and even the heaven of your mouth

But I live where the loose rope 5 went wild

Let's call it the tightrope

I express my writings on the sheet (of paper)

With sacred inspiration under a red moon

I'm a funambulist of words

And a balance for all those who stand up for contradiction

[Nach]

For those who live in the now even though there are eyes who judge them

For those who sometimes fall to pieces and then come back to life

For those who risk everything to express gold on their sheets (of paper)

For those who walk alone, living life on the tightrope

[Refrain] (x2)

We live life to the full, as if time hated us

We die for each word without fearing anything

We experience seeing heights that are getting ever closer

We die if routine watches behind our doors

We carry on reloading weapons, vomiting up our souls

Writing in mauve, holding the weight on our backs

Only our faith saves us, it's all we have

The tightrope at our feet doesn't prevent us from giving up

1. 'mauve' is a shade of purple; It could be in reference to purple prose, which is an extremely flowery, overdone way of writing. Perhaps "writing in mauve", or a lighter shade of purple, means a toned down version of purple prose... Many thanks to P.Freda for sharing this!2. funambulist = a tightrope walker3. I'm not too sure about this line...4. referring to the idiom 'to have a screw loose' i.e. he hasn't lost his sanity 5. this is what 'cuerda floja' is literally translated as

• Artist:Nach
• Album:Mejor Que El Silencio (2011)