Paroles et traduction Andrés Calamaro - Absurdo (Romaphonic)

Absurdo (Romaphonic)

Ayer estaba recordando
Tu casa... mi casa...
¡Portal donde la luna se aburrió esperando,
Cedrón por donde el tiempo se perfuma y pasa!
Y al ver que nos pusimos viejos
Y estamos tan solos,
Siento un vals en tu piano llorar
Y me pongo a pensar
Si no llora de amor.
Era la era primera
Que apaga la ojera
Y enciende el rubor,
Y una noche -¿te acuerdas?- un beso
Debajo del cerezo
Sellaba nuestro amor.
Pudo el amor ser un nudo
Más dudo que pudo
Luchando vencer...
Una casa era pobre, otra rica...
Fácilmente se explica que
No pudo ser.
Así, por el recuerdo, lloro
Tu casa... mi casa...
Tu amor, que está marchito en un estuche de oro
Mi amor, que al fin -de darse- se quedó
Sin brasas...
Y al ver que nos pusimos viejos
Y estamos más solos,
Siento un vals en tu piano llorar
Y me pongo a pensar
Si no llora de amor.
Era la era primera
Que apaga la ojera
Y enciende el rubor,
Y una noche -¿te acuerdas?- un beso
Debajo del cerezo
Sellaba nuestro amor.
Pudo el amor ser un nudo
Más dudo que pudo
Luchando vencer...
Una casa era pobre, otra rica...
Fácilmente se explica que
No pudo ser.
Una casa era pobre, otra rica...
Fácilmente se explica que
No pudo ser.

Absurdo (Romaphonic)

Yesterday I was remembering
Your house... my house...
Portal where the moon grew tired of waiting,
A lease where time is perfumed and passes!
And seeing that we've gotten old
And find ourselves so alone,
I hear a waltz in your piano weep
And I start to wonder
If it's not crying out of love.
It was the first era,
That extinguishes dark circles
And illuminates the blush,
And one night - do you remember? - a kiss
Under the cherry tree
Sealed our love.
Love could have been a knot,
But I doubt that it could
Triumphed in the struggle...
One house was poor, the other rich...
It's easy to explain why
It couldn't be.
And so, in our memory, I cry
Your house... my house...
Your love, which is withered in a golden case
My love, which eventually - upon giving itself - was left
Without embers...
And seeing that we've gotten old
And find ourselves more alone,
I hear a waltz in your piano weep
And I start to wonder
If it's not crying out of love.
It was the first era,
That extinguishes dark circles
And illuminates the blush,
And one night - do you remember? - a kiss
Under the cherry tree
Sealed our love.
Love could have been a knot,
But I doubt that it could
Triumphed in the struggle...
One house was poor, the other rich...
It's easy to explain why
It couldn't be.
One house was poor, the other rich...
It's easy to explain why
It couldn't be.