Paroles et traduction Coti - Pequeña Lucha

Pequeña Lucha

Con tu viejo bolso verde
Colgado como un lagarto.
Tu cara de Viernes Santo
Después de un jueves fatal.

Te imagino caminando
Perdida entre tus deberes,
Pataleando atardeceres
Previas de noches mortal.

No estaré lúcido ni borracho
No estaré ni despierto, ni dormido
Sólo te estaré esperando.

No me resigno a perderte
Mi voluntad es un alma pura,
Una guerrera con su armadura.

No me resigno a perderte
Mi corazón terco ya no escucha,
Aunque mi pequeña lucha,
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar...

Yo en silencio fumo el tiempo
Una hora se hace un segundo
Me doy tres vueltas al mundo
Sentado en cualquier portal.

No hay batalla interminable,
Sólo las que no se libran.
La historia que no fue escrita
No se la puede borrar...

No estaré lúcido ni borracho
No estaré ni despierto, ni dormido
Sólo te estaré esperando...

No me resigno a perderte
Mi voluntad es un alma pura
Una guerrera con su armadura.

No me resigno a perderte
Mi corazón terco ya no escucha
Aunque mi pequeña lucha
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar...

No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar
No sea mas que esperar...

Small Fight

With your old green purse
Hanging like a lizard.
Your Good Friday face
After a fatal Thursday.

I imagine you walking
Lost among your duties,
Kicking the sunsets
Preludes to deadly nights.

I won't be lucid or drunk
I won't be awake or asleep
I'll just be waiting for you.

I don't resign myself to losing you
My will is a pure soul,
A warrior with her armor.

I don't resign myself to losing you
My stubborn heart no longer listens,
Although my little fight,
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting...

I silently smoke the time away
An hour becomes a second
I go three times around the world
Sitting in any doorway.

There is no endless battle,
Only those that are never fought.
The story that was never written
Can not be erased...

I won't be lucid or drunk
I won't be awake or asleep
I'll just be waiting for you...

I don't resign myself to losing you
My will is a pure soul
A warrior with her armor.

I don't resign myself to losing you
My stubborn heart no longer listens
Although my little fight
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting...

May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting
May be nothing more than waiting...