Flies in the House (FS8)

I have lost 38 cm off of my waist and I am not planning on stopping this anytime soon, so do not even try. No matter what it takes, I will be good enough.

Today's (yesterday's) Featured song is:

Shakira-Moscas en la Casa (Flies in the House)

(Old Shakira, of course.Nothing after Laundry Service, when she became a cheap Hollywood subproduct)

Background Info:

Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll (born February 2, 1977),[2] known professionally as Shakira, is a Colombian singer, songwriter, musician, record producer, dancer, and philanthropist who emerged as a musical prodigy in the music scene of Latin America in the early 1990s. Born and raised in Barranquilla, Colombia, Shakira revealed many of her talents in school as a live performer, demonstrating her vocal ability with rock and roll, Latin and Middle Eastern influences with her own original twist on belly dancing. Shakira is a native Spanish speaker and also speaks fluent English and Portuguese.

Lyrics:
(The song is sang in Spanish, but I translated the lyrics for you. I'll post both)
Spanish:
Mis días sin ti son tan oscuros
Tan largos tan grises
Mis días sin ti
Mis días sin ti son tan absurdos
Tan agrios tan duros
Mis días sin ti
Mis días sin ti no tienen noches
Si alguna aparece
Es inútil dormir
Mis días sin ti son un derroche
Las horas no tienen principio ni fin

Tan faltos de aire
Tan llenos de nada
Chatarra inservible basura en el suelo
Moscas en la casa

Mis días sin ti son como un cielo
Sin lunas plateadas
Ni rastros de sol
Mis días sin ti son solo un eco
Que siempre repite
La misma canción

Tan faltos de aire
Tan llenos de nada
Chatarra inservible
Basura en el suelo
Moscas en la casa

Pateando las piedras
Aun sigo esperando que vuelvas conmigo
Aun sigo buscando en las caras de ancianos
Pedazos de niño
Cazando motivos que me hagan creer
Que aun me encuentro con vida
Mordiendo mis unas
Ahogándome en llanto
Extrañándote tanto

Mis días sin ti
Como duelen mis días sin ti.

English:
My days without you are so obscure,
so long, so gray,
my days without you.

My days without you are so absurd,
so sour, so hard,
my days without you.

My days without you are nightless.
If one does show up, it is useless to sleep
My days without you are a waste,
the hours have neither beginning nor end.

So devoid of air.
So full of nothing.
Unserviceable scraps, litter on the floor,
flies in the house.

My days without you are like a sky
with no silver moon or
traces of sun.

My days without you are only an echo
that always repeats the very same song.

So devoid of air.
So full of nothing.
Unserviceable junk, litter on the floor,
flies in the house.

Kicking pebbles, I’m still waiting
for you to come back to me.
I’m still looking in the faces of the old
traces of a child.
On the hunt for motives to believe
that I am still alive.
Biting my nails,
chocking on sobs,
missing you so.

My days without you.
My days without you.
My days without you.
Oh, how painful,this days without you.

My Interpretation:

Isn't it always terrible when we feel the void of love in our hearts? Is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
In this case, she loved and lost, and now the memories of her happier days, annoying, useless and unreachable like flies, have come back to torment her indefinitely.

Video:
(They are very similar, but I still think my translation is slightly better)


So, is it really better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? Leave your oppinion in the comments.

XoXo.