El Idioma De Los Dioses [English translation]

If I'm alone only you take me in you're my loyal company,

you speak to me sincerely and you wait when the day begins.

My guide, my Alejandría beacon, if you see I'm lost

I look at you and eliminate my sadness with a sigh.

You give my existence meaning, you are disobedience,

you, only presence merits my reverence,

you gave me a gift, you were mi sword,

always trapped in your prison if inspiration was missing.

From nothingness you hug me, you don't forbid or threaten

so romantic and authentic, you never disguise yourself

like a fairy and an executioner firm shield in the battle,

you, to whom I turn if others fail.

You give me challenges, adventure and responsibility,

you give me success and money and take my intimacy,

you demand I create, you make me shiver, dream, you heal me

you choose me to speak if the streets are speechless.

You undress me with tenderness and I feel you touch and your fragrance,

if I see you fly free in the voice of a songwriter

you're Opera and Flamenco, you're everything I have and I love you,

as you sprout among the keys of a piano.

And you disintegrate me painting these black nights,

you please me, you invade me, you evade me, you dispel the fog

and you resuscitate me always, you never lie

you're the container into which my tears pour.

You're Tango and rhythm, you live in do, re, mi, fa

unpredictable beat when you dress up as Jazz,

you arrive and give me oxygen, my only sleeping pill

if deadly stress tenses my muscles, disciple

of your immense skill when I didn't know you,

how could I live without perceiving your melody

you were mine and only mine in my times of misery,

you compose the soundtrack of this tragicomedy.

You, queen among a thousand kings, peak of my valleys,

you levitate me and avoid that so much hate bombards me,

you, if you are Hip-Hop you show condemnation and charisma,

but you dress classically and are still the same.

You are, my fortune, you are, so stung, you are, you, so different,

you arise and suddenly life forgets death.

Impossible to stop if you are born from a stave,

if drama lies in my bed you open huge windows,

your flame never goes out, light of eternal youth

when you cry plucking a blues guitar.

You are, the dirty generous rage of Kurt Cobain

the sincere promise of Marvin Gaye,

the grandeur of John Coltrane improvising on the sax,

the childlike stare in the eyes of Michael Jackson.

And it was your sound that seduced me, your light left me perplexed and I fell,

I revived like the sun in the shape of Soul and R&B

I drank from you the elixir and I resisted the blows,

if I was clumsy I finally found my North, my support.

Among chords of Mark Knopfler and drumbeats of Hanckock Herbi,

from Vivaldi to Elvis, from Verdi to Jack Berry.

Inmortal musical pieces make time stop,

the explode like bombs causing lethal waves

of hope, of breath and life, my great friend

only you make the phrases I say effective,

my balance, my peace, my druid, in fatigue

only you make reality of the dreams I chase.

And it is without you there is no fate, only rock and a thousand paths,

without you I'm a mime trembling in my dressing room.

But you shelter my voice if I'm disoriented,

and you dance a Waltz with me like two lovers.

You are the immortal key that opens this mental prison,

from Tiste-tutanclan to the I wish of Silvio.

I envy the power you impose on song

you wake my emotions, with creations from Ennio Morricone.

Sensations without control when you are Rock n' Roll,

the eroticism of a flat in the voice of Diana Krall

the electric guitar solo that breaks silence,

the harmonica hidden in the hands of Stevie Wonder.

I saw you where it all ends and Nada Sira with Black Sabbath

you breathe life with the calm inspired by Bob Dylan,

you sway and possess James Brown when you move his body,

together with Freddy Mercury, Ray Charles they would have never died.

And it's true it's all the same if you sound with a harp or an acai,,

with the class of Frank Sinatra or of Barry White.

You're the metric enigma that envelops my being and saves it,

the language through which gods speak, you are music.