Paroles et traduction Alessio Arena - Los ojos

Los ojos

Los ojos quisieron verte
En el vacío que no descansa nunca un rato
Y siempre está allí al lado tuyo.
La mano tendida para que alguien
Te arregle la vida.

Quizá ni yo, no me di cuenta
Que por ser el primero
En traerte a una ciudad invisible
Encerrarías en cajas de cartón
Una pobreza inconcebible.

Por no saber qué va a pasar
Tuviste que echar a andar,
Olvidaste cómo son mis ojos.

Sin pensar en la honestidad,
Dudo que podrás amar
La mitad de mi dolor y no es poco.

Los ojos se te nublaron,
Fuiste feliz, de tanto levantar cabeza
Te dio por quedarte allí,
Donde el viento ya no agita nuestra casa.

Quizá ni yo, no me di cuenta
Que por comodidad
No ibas a ser capaz de hacer el hombre
Con sólo mirarme a los ojos.

Por no saber qué iba a pasar
Tuviste que echar a andar,
Olvidaste cómo son mis ojos.

Sin pensar en la honestidad,
Dudo que podrás amar
La mitad de mi dolor y no es poco.

Qué bonito será el día
En que me vuelva a pasar
Que un amor valiente o flojo
Me vuelva a cerrar los ojos.

Los ojos

My eyes wanted to see you
In emptiness that never rests for a moment
And is always there beside you.
A helping hand so that someone
Can fix your life for you.

Perhaps not me, I did not realize
That by being the first
To bring you into an invisible city
You would lock inconceivable poverty
In cardboard boxes.

Because you did not know what would happen,
You had to start walking,
You forgot what my eyes looked like.

Without thinking of honesty,
I doubt you will be able to love
Even half of my pain, and it is not a little.

Your eyes became clouded,
You were happy, from raising your head so much
You ended up staying there,
Where the wind no longer blows through our house.

Perhaps not me, I did not realize
That for convenience,
You were not going to be able to become a man
Simply by looking into my eyes.

Because you did not know what was going to happen,
You had to start walking,
You forgot what my eyes looked like.

Without thinking of honesty,
I doubt you will be able to love
Even half of my pain, and it is not a little.

How beautiful the day will be
When it happens to me again
That a love, brave or weak,
Closes my eyes for me again.