Paroles et traduction Coti - Canción del Adiós

Canción del Adiós

¡Gracias Coti, genio!, ¡gracias, Coti!

Fuiste la luz de mi vida y mi musa preferida
Pero todo se acabó
Fuiste mi cruz de rosario, mi suerte en el calendario
La dueña de mi colchón

Fuiste un tango puro y duro escrito en papel oscuro
Que no quiero ni cantar
Una guitarra sin cuerdas, un collar falso de perlas
Que nunca vieron el mar

Fuiste un jardín de malvones, un vinilo sin rayones
Una dama de verdad
Que duró 15 minutos, y ahora me dejás el luto
De no querer verte más

Fuiste una lady Madonna, fuiste un gol de Maradona
Fuiste la mano de Dios
Fuiste todo, pero fuiste, yo no sé si me entendiste
Que te estoy diciendo adiós

Fuiste "El día que me quieras", fuiste Gardel y Le Pera
Y la Isla de Camarón
Fuiste en Madrid, Hortaleza, y en Buenos Aires, princesa
Reina de mi corazón

Fuiste la luz de mi vida y mi musa preferida
Que ya no puede inspirar
Ni un tango, ni una ranchera, ni un solo verso siquiera
Solo esta canción de adiós

Y este fue mi testamento
De un amor que de contento no me dejó ni el sudor
Solo queda despedirme, con voz ronca pero firme
El mal trago ya pasó

Medio vals, mitad ranchera, le pongo el nombre que quieras
Milonguita o Rock and Roll
Aquí adelante de todos, te estoy diciendo a mi modo
Te estoy diciendo a mi modo: "buena suerte, chau, adiós"

¡Gracias!

Song of Goodbye

Thank you, Coti, genius! Thank you, Coti!

You were the light of my life and my favorite muse
But it's all over now
You were my rosary cross, my luck in the calendar
The mistress of my mattress

You were a pure and hard tango written on dark paper
That I don't even want to sing anymore
A guitar with no strings, a fake pearl necklace
That never saw the sea

You were a garden of mallows, a vinyl without scratches
A real lady
Who lasted 15 minutes, and now you leave me in mourning
Of not wanting to see you anymore

You were a lady Madonna, you were a Maradona goal
You were the hand of God
You were everything, but you were, I don't know if you understood me
That I'm saying goodbye to you

You were "El día que me quieras", you were Gardel and Le Pera
And Camarón's Island
You were in Madrid, Hortaleza, and in Buenos Aires, princess
Queen of my heart

You were the light of my life and my favorite muse
Who can't inspire me anymore
Not a tango, not a ranchera, not even a verse
Just this goodbye song

And this was my will
Of a love that from happiness didn't even leave me sweat
All that's left is to say goodbye, with a hoarse but firm voice
The bad times are over

Half waltz, half ranchera, I'll call it whatever you want
Milonguita or Rock and Roll
Here in front of everyone, I'm telling you in my own way
I'm telling you in my own way: "good luck, bye, goodbye"

Thanks!