Cierta Historia de un Amor - Silvio Rodríguez Übersetzung ins Englische

Cierta Historia de un Amor

Yo era un muchacho tranquilo
Hasta que di con mi sueño más dorado,
Que era una mujer
Algo mayor que yo.
Ella tenía treinta y cinco
Y yo dieciocho para mi favor,
Favor dudoso.
Empezó por regalarme
Dos camisas y un vestido
Para que yo se los diera a mi mamá.
A eso le siguió una lluvia
De pequeños regalitos para mí
Para mi entierro.
Hasta me froté las manos
Cuando supe que vivía sola
Desde que, por fin, se divorció.
Y en su casa hice meriendas,
Comidas y desayunos hasta engordar
Casi reviento, como verán.
Lo tenía todo y me puse ocioso:
Me pasaba el día de la lectura al amor.
"¿Qué quiere mi dueño?
¿Qué quiere mi encanto?",
Me decía con voz azucarada
Si me iba a mover.
Lo tenía todo y me puse ocioso:
Me pasaba el día de la lectura al amor.
Mis amigos comentaban
Que yo sí era un bárbaro del diablo
Y la fama de conquistador nació.
Las pepillas me buscaban,
Yo me pellizcaba el brazo para ver
Si era soñando.
Aprendí de un buen amigo
A pegarle a mi mujer,
A llevar los pantalones
Como es la tradición.
Y ella iba a mi trabajo
Para sorprenderme
En algo ilegal
Era normal.
Me di cuenta que las cosas
Ya no estaban en su sitio
Cuando me empezó a coser
La ropa encima, al salir.
Después vino la algazara,
Las denuncias y los llantos al dormir.
Y pasó el tiempo.
Decidí dejarla cuando una noche
Desperté y la vi que se lanzaba sobre mí
Con unas tijeras de podar sus matas,
Mientras me juraba que
No iba a ver
A otra mujer
Jamás.
Me puse la ropa y salí corriendo
Entre amenazas que no puedo repetir.
Me puse la ropa y salí corriendo
Sin sueños dorados, pero a salvo el honor.

A Certain Story of Love

I was a quiet boy
Until I came across my most golden dream,
Who was a woman
Somewhat older than me.
She was thirty-five
And I was eighteen to my advantage,
A dubious advantage.
She started by giving me
Two shirts and a dress
For me to give to my mom.
That was followed by a shower
Of little gifts for me
For my burial.
I even rubbed my hands together
When I found out that she lived alone
Ever since she finally got divorced.
And in her house I had snacks,
Meals and breakfasts until I got fat
I almost burst, as you will see.
I had everything and I became lazy:
I spent all day from reading to love.
"What does my master want?
What does my charm want?",
She would say to me in a sugary voice
If I was going to move.
I had everything and I became lazy:
I spent all day from reading to love.
My friends commented
That I was a real devil's barbarian
And the fame of a conqueror was born.
The girls were after me,
I pinched my arm to see
If I was dreaming.
I learned from a good friend
To hit my wife,
To wear the pants
As is the tradition.
And she would go to my work
To catch me
In something illegal
It was normal.
I realized that things
Were no longer in their place
When she started sewing
The clothes on top, when I went out.
Then came the uproar,
The denunciations and the crying at bedtime.
And time passed.
I decided to leave her when one night
I woke up and saw her lunge at me
With some scissors to prune her plants,
While she swore to me that
I would not see
Another woman
Ever.
I put on my clothes and ran out
Amidst threats that I cannot repeat.
I put on my clothes and ran out
No golden dreams, but my honor was safe.