Aquella Tarde(Live) - Include speech by Ismael Serrano - Ismael Serrano traduction en anglais

Aquella Tarde(Live) - Include speech by Ismael Serrano

Aquella tarde fueron al cine
Hicieron el amor.
Tu preguntaste:"¿no fumas demasiado?"
Yo quemaba el calendario
Y atrasaba tu reloj.

Aquella tarde Cristo dormía en un fotomatón.
Un hombre gris paseaba a un perro verde.
Una muchacha en su vientre
Arrullaba a un escorpión.

Las cajeras del supermercado, la luciérnagas, los diablos
Se arrancaban sus dos alas y oscurecían su luz.
Los fantasmas del castillo, los reclusos del presidio
No soñaban una huida
Si cruzaba un aeroplano
Su rectángulo azul.

Recuerdas aquella tarde, se escondían los amantes
Desnudos en el balcón.

Aquella tarde, recuerdas, esperaba cenicienta
A que llegara su raptor.

Aquella tarde lloraba azufre
La morena del peep show.
Alguien suspiraba en la oficina.
Él te buscaba la ruina,
Tú un taxi hacia la estación.

Aquella tarde la nota roja
Me asaltaba en un portal.
Una mujer compraba atún en oferta.
Se abrían unas piernas y se cerraba otro bar.

Los borrachos, los cantantes, las putas, los estudiantes
Se acostaban bien temprano, lloraban saetas de hiel.
Los mercados, las tabernas, los colegios, las iglesias
Enmudecían su canto y se despedían los novios,
La virgen y Lucifer.

Recuerdas aquella tarde olvidaba Scherezade
Sus cuentos y ardía Bagdad.
Aquella tarde recuerdas, cuando estallaba la guerra
Refulgía mi ciudad.
Aquella tarde fueron al cine
Hicieron el amor.

That Afternoon (Live) - Include speech by Ismael Serrano

That afternoon, they went to the cinema
They made love
You asked: "Don't you smoke too much?"
I was burning the calendar
And setting your clock back

That afternoon, Christ was sleeping in a photo booth
A gray man was walking a green dog
A young girl in her belly
Was cradling a scorpion

The supermarket cashiers, the fireflies, the devils
Were tearing off their two wings and darkening their light.
The ghosts of the castle, the inmates of the prison
Were not dreaming of an escape
If an airplane crossed
Its blue rectangle

Remember that afternoon, the lovers were hiding
Naked on the balcony.

That afternoon, remember, Cinderella was waiting
For her captor to arrive.

That afternoon, the dark-haired girl in the peep show
Was crying sulfur.
Someone was sighing in the office.
He was seeking your ruin,
You, a taxi to the station.

That afternoon, the red note
Attacked me in an entrance hall.
A woman was buying canned tuna on sale.
A pair of legs opened, and another bar closed.

The drunks, the singers, the whores, the students
Went to bed early, they wept bitter arrows.
The markets, the taverns, the schools, the churches
Silenced their song, and the lovers bid farewell,
The Virgin and Lucifer.

Remember that afternoon, Scheherazade forgot
Her stories and Baghdad burned.
That afternoon, remember, when the war broke out,
My city shone brightly.
That afternoon they went to the cinema,
They made love.