Paroles et traduction Forraje - Cero Grados

Cero Grados

Un globo,
Dos sexos,
Tres orgasmos;
Cuatro risas,
Cinco besos,
Seis gemidos;
Y ríe la luna por nada.
Siete dudas,
Ocho renuncias,
Nueve fugas;
Diez silencios,
Once rosas,
Doce docenas de espinas afiladas,
Oxidadas con desprecio.
Trece broncas,
Catorce puñaladas,
Quince duchas de agua helada;
Dieciséis deudas,
Diecisiete borracheras,
Dieciocho razones bomba;
Y la luna llora descuartizada.
Diecinueve abortos,
Veinte colillas,
Veintiun castillos de arena;
Veintidos historias,
Veintitres puntos de sutura,
Y veinticuatro horas extraordinarias;
Y ciento una heridas abiertas,
Y trescientas sesenta resacas,
Y mil y una noches sin ti."

Parece que te veo
Reflejada en mi ventana;
Me levanto y es el sol,
¡cómo pica esta mañana!
Oye sol, no seas cabrón;
No me vengas con putadas,
Que creí que tus rayitos
Eran beos de mi amada
Y no lo son.

Zero Degrees

A balloon,
Two sexes,
Three orgasms;
Four laughs,
Five kisses,
Six moans;
And the moon laughs for nothing.
Seven doubts,
Eight resignations,
Nine escapes;
Ten silences,
Eleven roses,
Twelve dozens of sharp thorns,
Rusted with contempt.
Thirteen fights,
Fourteen stab wounds,
Fifteen ice-cold showers;
Sixteen debts,
Seventeen hangovers,
Eighteen bomb reasons;
And the moon cries dismembered.
Nineteen abortions,
Twenty cigarette butts,
Twenty-one sandcastles;
Twenty-two stories,
Twenty-three stitches,
And twenty-four overtime hours;
And a hundred and one open wounds,
And three hundred and sixty hangovers,
And a thousand and one nights without you."

I seem to see you
Reflected in my window;
I get up and it's the sun,
How painful this morning is!
Hey sun, don't be an asshole;
Don't come up with this crap,
Because I thought your rays
Were my love's kisses
And they're not.