Ensayo y Error
Iratxo Lyrics

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Pierdo la voz, solo queda un suspiro que danza de aquí para allá, buscando equilibrio,
Pierdo el sentido, todo está al revés, 50 colores que renuevan el aliento, y paso a estar vestido de animal.

Volveré a ser como fue, un niño perdido en busca de un abrazo, y en los brazos de las calles se perdió,
Volveré a querer, cuando no tenga más que perder, volveré a equivocarme otra vez, quien quiere ser perfecto.

Pierdo el rincón, me dejo vaciar que me columpie desnudo desde alguna nube, sin gravedad,
Pierdo el compás me lo desvirgaron en cada farola en donde apoye, tantos sueños, tantos versos, tanto ensayo y error.

Volveré a ser como fue, un loco perdido en busca de una soga donde colgar la cordura
Volveré a girar y que la noria no pare, y yo en el alambre que sujeta el telón, que empiece la función, quien quiere ser perfecto.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Iratxo's song Ensayo y error convey a sense of loss and a desire to return to a simpler time. The singer describes feeling lost and disoriented, as if he has lost his voice and his sense of direction. He also speaks of being stripped down and vulnerable, as if he is hanging by a thread. Despite these feelings of uncertainty, the singer expresses a desire to return to a time when he was more carefree and willing to take risks.

The first stanza is particularly expressive, with the singer describing the loss of his voice and a feeling of imbalance. He also mentions 50 colors that renew his spirit, which could be a reference to the many different experiences he has had that have shaped him. These experiences have made him feel like an animal, wild and unpredictable.

The second stanza continues this theme of loss and uncertainty, with the singer describing the feeling of being emptied out and disconnected. He also talks about the many dreams and aspirations he has had that have led him down different paths. Despite this, he expresses a desire to return to a time when he was more free-spirited and less constrained by the expectations of society.

Overall, the lyrics in Ensayo y error are evocative and emotional, tapping into the universal desire to find one's place in the world and to be true to oneself. The song speaks to the human experience in a profound and meaningful way.

Line by Line Meaning

Pierdo la voz, solo queda un suspiro que danza de aquí para allá, buscando equilibrio,
I am losing my voice, and all that's left is a sigh that moves aimlessly, looking for balance.

Pierdo el sentido, todo está al revés, 50 colores que renuevan el aliento, y paso a estar vestido de animal.
I am losing my senses, everything is upside down, and 50 colors are revitalizing me, making me feel like an animal.

Volveré a ser como fue, un niño perdido en busca de un abrazo, y en los brazos de las calles se perdió,
I will go back to being like I used to be, a lost child searching for a hug, and losing myself in the arms of the streets.

Volveré a querer, cuando no tenga más que perder, volveré a equivocarme otra vez, quien quiere ser perfecto.
I will love again when I have nothing left to lose, and I will make mistakes again. Who wants to be perfect anyway?

Pierdo el rincón, me dejo vaciar que me columpie desnudo desde alguna nube, sin gravedad,
I am losing my corner, allowing myself to be emptied and suspended naked from a cloud without gravity.

Pierdo el compás me lo desvirgaron en cada farola en donde apoye, tantos sueños, tantos versos, tanto ensayo y error.
I lost my rhythm, it was taken from me at every lamppost where I leaned. So many dreams, so many verses, so much trial and error.

Volveré a ser como fue, un loco perdido en busca de una soga donde colgar la cordura
I will be like I used to be, a crazy person searching for a rope to hang on to my sanity.

Volveré a girar y que la noria no pare, y yo en el alambre que sujeta el telón, que empiece la función, quien quiere ser perfecto.
I will spin again, and the Ferris wheel won't stop, and I'll be on the tightrope holding the curtain up, let the show begin. Who wants to be perfect anyway?

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