Nocturno
Rafael Alberti Lyrics
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Se escucha que palpita solamente la rabia
Que en los tuétanos tiembla despabilado el odio
Why en las médulas arde continua la venganza
Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras
Manifiestos, escritos, comentario, discursos
Que dolor de papeles que ha de llevar el viento
Que tristeza de tinta que ha de borrar el agua
Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras
Ahora sufro lo pobre, lo mezquino lo triste
Lo desgraciado why muerto que tiene una garganta
Cuando desde el abismo de su idioma quisiera
Gritar lo que no puede por imposible why calla
Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras
Manifiestos, escritos, comentario, discursos
Humaredas perdidas, neblinas espantadas
Que dolor de papeles que ha de llevar el viento
Que tristeza de tinta que ha de borrar el agua
Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras
Siento esta noche heridas de muerte las palabras
Rafael Alberti's song "Nocturno" speaks about the powerlessness of words when it comes to expressing strong emotions such as anger, hate, and revenge. The lyrics describe the physical and emotional pain that these feelings cause, with lines such as "what is suffered so much without sleep by the blood" and "only the rage that beats can be heard". Alberti depicts a sense of desperation and frustration towards the inadequacy of words and the futility of manifestos, speeches, and written commentaries. He portrays them as "smokescreens" that cannot adequately capture the depth of emotion that one feels in certain situations.
The second verse talks about the sadness and helplessness experienced by those who suffer from poverty and grief. They want to express their feelings, but their voice is silenced by the language and the circumstances they find themselves in. The lines "what a sadness of ink that will be erased by the water” and “what pain of papers that will be carried away by the wind" describe a sense of emptiness and pointlessness in the act of communicating through words. The repetition of the chorus “Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras” (Words then do not serve, they are just words) drives home the overall message of the song, that sometimes the limitations of language can prevent us from truly expressing what we feel.
Line by Line Meaning
Lo que tanto se sufre sin sueño por la sangre
The pain that is endured tirelessly and without sleep is a result of the bloodshed and violence happening around us
Se escucha que palpita solamente la rabia
All that is heard is the rage and anger that fuels the violent actions taking place
Que en los tuétanos tiembla despabilado el odio
The hatred that takes root within us shakes us to our core
Why en las médulas arde continua la venganza
And the desire for revenge is a constant burning sensation within us
Las palabras entonces no sirven, son palabras
In such a situation, words alone are not enough, they are just words and cannot bring about change
Manifiestos, escritos, comentario, discursos
Manifestos, writings, comments, speeches
Humaredas perdidas, neblinas espantadas
Lost smoke, terrified haze
Que dolor de papeles que ha de llevar el viento
The pain of seeing these words ending up as just worthless scraps of paper, blown away by the wind
Que tristeza de tinta que ha de borrar el agua
The sadness of seeing the ink fade away as it gets washed away by the water
Ahora sufro lo pobre, lo mezquino lo triste
Now I suffer for the poor, the mean and the sad
Lo desgraciado why muerto que tiene una garganta
The unfortunate and the dead, whose voices are silenced forever
Cuando desde el abismo de su idioma quisiera
Whose language and words they desperately wish could express their pain and emotions from the depths of their souls
Gritar lo que no puede por imposible why calla
But they are unable to do so, unable to scream out their pain and suffering
Siento esta noche heridas de muerte las palabras
Tonight, the words feel like wounds, as if they have died and can no longer have an impact
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