Yes, this song is in Spanish. It's still beautiful. I came across this song in high school when I had a friend who was from Colombia and loved Shakira. It was right when "Whenever, Wherever" was blowing up and people couldn't figure out how they had made a horse sing in English. I hate those people. My friend was like "Oh, you like Shakira, huh? Have I got something to show you!" So, she introduced me to ¿Dónde Están Los Ladrones?, one of Shakira's Spanish language albums. Even though I had no idea what she was saying, I was addicted like a freebaser. My friend would give me lessons in Spanish during Math so that I could understand the songs. Very well may be the reason why I failed Math.
Shakira's got a beautiful voice, especially en espanol. More importantly, she is an absolutely incredibly talented songwriter. Recently, my favorite Shakira fan site got shut down and the site had perfectly accurate translations of her Spanish songs. Luckily, I studied those lyrics so much, absorbed them into my blood, and now I can share them with you without referencing that site.
Shakira's got a beautiful voice, especially en espanol. More importantly, she is an absolutely incredibly talented songwriter. Recently, my favorite Shakira fan site got shut down and the site had perfectly accurate translations of her Spanish songs. Luckily, I studied those lyrics so much, absorbed them into my blood, and now I can share them with you without referencing that site.
This song is called "Moscas en la Casa," or "Flies in the House," and it's about what her life is like now that her lover's gone. Shakira is so fucking good at writing these kinds of songs. They're dramatic, they're haunting, they're beautiful. They capture that feeling that you get when no one else is around, when you're overwhelmed with sadness, feeling those melodramatic feelings like you'll never recover if love doesn't show it's face to you again. I see crying into your pillow. This is that moment. She captures the darkness of love, the power of it.
my days without you are so dark, so long, so gray
my days without you are so absurd, so bitter, so tough
my days without you have no nights
it's useless to sleep
what if someone appears?
my days without you are an excess,
the hours have no beginning or end
so short of air, so filled with nothing,
useless junk, trash on the floor, flies in the house
my days without you are like a sky without silvery moons, nor traces of the sun
my days without you are only an echo that always repeats the same song
stumbling over rocks,
still i keep hoping that you'll return to me,
still i keep seeking in faces of the old for signs of youth,
hunting for reasons to make me believe that i am still with life,
biting my fingernails, drowning in my tears, missing you so much
my days without you, oh, how they hurt, my days without you
my days without you are so dark, so long, so gray
my days without you are so absurd, so bitter, so tough
my days without you have no nights
it's useless to sleep
what if someone appears?
my days without you are an excess,
the hours have no beginning or end
so short of air, so filled with nothing,
useless junk, trash on the floor, flies in the house
my days without you are like a sky without silvery moons, nor traces of the sun
my days without you are only an echo that always repeats the same song
stumbling over rocks,
still i keep hoping that you'll return to me,
still i keep seeking in faces of the old for signs of youth,
hunting for reasons to make me believe that i am still with life,
biting my fingernails, drowning in my tears, missing you so much
my days without you, oh, how they hurt, my days without you
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