Paroles et traduction Carlos Berlanga - Si no es por ti

Si no es por ti

Si no es por ti, sería un resto.
Si no es por mí, tendrías poco que decir.
Si no es por mí, repartirías.
Si no es por ti, no habría nada que decidir.

Recuerdo cuando te conocí,
Los dos estábamos heridos:
Yo me arrastraba de rodillas por ahí
Y tú rascabas tus bolsillos.
Hablabas de vida, de muerte,
Qué suerte tenerte.

Si no es por ti, me habría ido.
Si no es por mí, pondrías copas o algo peor.
Si no es por ti, reventaría.
Si no es por mí, a lo mejor vivías mejor.
Si no es por ti, sería un resto.
Si no es por mí, tendrías poco que decir.

Y entonces vino la confusión,
Yo recordaba y tú olvidabas.
Lo que era malo se hizo peor,
No eras lo que yo pensaba.
Hablabas de mesas, de camas,
De telas, de pelas.

Y entonces vi, que no era nada,
Y entonces vi, que no era nadie para ti.
Si no es por ti, vería doble.
Si no es por ti, ya no sería nadie en Madrid.

No consigo darte pena,
No consigues darme lástima,
Y serán nuestra condena las lágrimas.
No consigo darte pena,
No consigues darme lástima,
Y serán nuestra condena las lágrimas.

Si no es por ti, sería un resto.
Si no es por mí, tendrías poco que decir.
Si no es por mí, repartirías.
Si no es por ti, no habría nada que decidir.

No consigo darte pena,
No consigues darme lástima,
Y serán nuestra condena las lágrimas.
No consigo darte pena,
No consigues darme lástima,
Y serán nuestra condena las lágrimas.

If Not for You

If not for you, I'd be nothing.
If not for me, you'd have little to say.
If not for me, you'd be a drug dealer.
If not for you, there'd be nothing to decide.

I remember when I met you,
We were both wounded:
I was crawling on my knees
And you were picking your pockets.
You talked about life, about death,
How lucky to have you.

If not for you, I would have left.
If not for me, you'd be a waiter or something worse.
If not for you, I'd be screwed.
If not for me, maybe you'd be better off.
If not for you, I'd be nothing.
If not for me, you'd have little to say.

And then came the confusion,
I remembered and you forgot.
What was bad became worse,
You weren't what I thought.
You talked about tables, about beds,
About fabrics, about money.

And then I saw, that you were nothing,
And then I saw, that you were nobody to me.
If not for you, I'd be seeing double.
If not for you, I wouldn't be anybody in Madrid.

I can't make you feel sorry,
You can't make me feel sorry,
And our tears will be our damnation.
I can't make you feel sorry,
You can't make me feel sorry,
And our tears will be our damnation.

If not for you, I'd be nothing.
If not for me, you'd have little to say.
If not for me, you'd be a drug dealer.
If not for you, there'd be nothing to decide.

I can't make you feel sorry,
You can't make me feel sorry,
And our tears will be our damnation.
I can't make you feel sorry,
You can't make me feel sorry,
And our tears will be our damnation.