Paroles et traduction Camilo Sesto - Perdona, Perdona

Perdona, Perdona

Cuando mi amiga de enfrente me sonrió
De reojo me preguntaste: '... te gusta?'
Te contesté: '...no es gran cosa'
Pero yo me puse rojo
Cuando mi amiga de enfrente se me acercó
En el kiosco, me preguntaste: '...qué quiere?'
'...qué quiere quién?', yo te dije
Y al mentir me puse rojo
Perdona, perdona
Son cosas que pasan
Son horas de gran soledad
Son días de nada
Perdona, perdona
Son cosas que pasan
Y no pasarían
Si yo te importara
Cuando mi amiga de enfrente al verte
Volvió su rostro, dijiste tú: '...qué le pasa?'
'...será que estás guapa...', dije
Pero yo me puse rojo
Cuando a la noche siguiente no pude amarte
A fondo me preguntaste: '...qué ocurre?'
'Se te acumula el trabajo?'
Me callé y me puse rojo
Perdona, perdona
Son cosas que pasan
Son horas de gran soledad
Son días de nada
Perdona, perdona
Son cosas que pasan
Y no pasarían
Si yo te importara
Cuando mi amiga de enfrente te lo contó
Un día todo, me preguntaste: '...la quieres?'
Te respondí: '...es más joven...'
Me callé y bajé los ojos...

Forgive Me, Forgive Me

When my friend from across the street smiled at me
You asked me out of the corner of your eye: "...do you like her?"
I answered: "...she's not that great"
But I blushed
When my friend from across the street approached me
At the kiosk, you asked me: "...what does she want?"
"...who wants what?", I said
And when I lied, I blushed
Forgive me, forgive me
These things happen
They're hours of great loneliness
They're days of nothingness
Forgive me, forgive me
These things happen
And they wouldn't happen
If I mattered to you
When my friend from across the street turned her face
Upon seeing you, you said: "...what's wrong with her?"
"...maybe it's because you're pretty...", I said
But I blushed
When I couldn't love you the next night
You asked me thoroughly: "...what's going on?"
"...are you swamped with work?"
I kept quiet and blushed
Forgive me, forgive me
These things happen
They're hours of great loneliness
They're days of nothingness
Forgive me, forgive me
These things happen
And they wouldn't happen
If I mattered to you
When my friend from across the street told you everything about it
One day, you asked me: "...do you love her?"
I answered: "...she's younger..."
I kept quiet and looked down...