Sueños
Iratxo Lyrics

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Flores pa el decoro de los soportales,
deja las huellas en las paredes,
Entro revolviendo el puchero,
donde se mecen las ideas,

Pa el, que se bebe lo que se encuentra escarbando en las aceras,
Pa el, que regalo patadas de realidad,
Pa el, que se volvió cuerdo antes de poder acabar con todo,
Pa el, que fue,
Mi playa, arena, sol y espuma,
Marea, mareo, colores y lunas,

Se distrajo con cada curva,
cayendo suave por los barrancos,
durmió en el calor de la hoguera,
Del invierno mas frio,
Dejo caer los dedos al suelo,
le sobro el tocar solo con los ojos,
vomito el grito a la lluvia,
La que llego hasta alta mar,

Pintura desnuda el esbozo de malas tiras de tiza en el suelo,
Cortinas pa frenar lo malo, y abrió las puertas de su infierno,

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Iratxo's song Sueños tell the story of someone who has lived a difficult life, one of homelessness and poverty. The first verse describes how this person committed themselves to squatting and never closing any doors, as they struggled to survive through the years. They would lay on old cardboard and feel the wind pass by, warming their heart. They would also collect small stones and admire them, enjoying the beauty of the moonlight as it reflected off of their delicate surfaces. This person had lost hope in life and felt that it had nothing more to offer, causing them to only see the negative in everything around them.

The chorus seems to describe this person as being a fighter. They leave footprints on the walls, and they stir up their own ideas which provide them with a sense of purpose. The lyrics also speak of this person finding solace in the mundane, like drinking whatever they can find on the street or even in the act of receiving a kick from life's harsh realities. However, despite their struggles, this person did not give up. They became sane before they could lose themselves entirely, and they left a positive impact on the life of the person singing the song. This person was their everything- their beach, their sand, their sun and their foam, their tides, their dizziness, their colors, and their moons.

The verses go on to describe how this person found distractions in life's curves and fell softly into the abyss of their surroundings. They slept through the harshest of the cold winters, warm by the fire, and felt the textures of the ground on their fingertips. They vomited their screams into the rain that fell and found a form of release as it washed away. Finally, in the end, the lyrics speak of how this person had taken step to move on with their lives, to leave behind the bad moments and open up the gates to their own personal hell.

Line by Line Meaning

Se entrego en okupar abriles, y no cerrar primavera alguna, paso el viento por su cama, El que calentó el viejo cartón, Maleando las miras de existir, sacando a tender guijarros, de piel de luz de luna, Al que desnuda las pupilas,
He surrendered to occupy years, without closing any spring, the wind passed through his bed, the one that warmed the old cardboard, clouding the views of existence, taking out to lay stones of moonlight skin, to the one who lays bare his pupils.

Flores pa el decoro de los soportales, deja las huellas en las paredes, Entro revolviendo el puchero, donde se mecen las ideas,
Flowers for the decoration of porches, leaving footprints on the walls, he entered stirring the pot where ideas sway.

Pa el, que se bebe lo que se encuentra escarbando en las aceras, Pa el, que regalo patadas de realidad, Pa el, que se volvió cuerdo antes de poder acabar con todo, Pa el, que fue, Mi playa, arena, sol y espuma, Marea, mareo, colores y lunas,
For him, who drinks what he finds while digging on the sidewalks, For him, who gifted kicks of reality, For him, who became sane before being able to end everything, For him, who was, my beach, sand, sun and foam, tide, dizziness, colors and moons.

Se distrajo con cada curva, cayendo suave por los barrancos, durmió en el calor de la hoguera, Del invierno mas frio, Dejo caer los dedos al suelo, le sobro el tocar solo con los ojos, vomito el grito a la lluvia, La que llego hasta alta mar,
He got distracted with every curve, falling gently through the ravines, slept in the warmth of the coldest winter's bonfire, dropped his fingers to the ground, he didn't need to touch with anything but his eyes, vomited a scream to the rain, the one that reached the high seas.

Pintura desnuda el esbozo de malas tiras de tiza en el suelo, Cortinas pa frenar lo malo, y abrió las puertas de su infierno,
Naked painting the sketch of bad chalk strips on the ground, curtains to stop the bad, and opened the doors of his hell.

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