Paroles et traduction Ismael Serrano - Te Odio

Te Odio

Te odio.
Odio las canciones de amor
Que traen tu recuerdo a mi casa.
Las ganas de verte.
Y odio
El cielo en tu rostro y las dudas
De echarte al olvido o llamarte
Para contarte,
Qué sé yo,
Que sigo existiendo,
Que te odio por fin,
Que no sé
Si el mundo resiste sin ti.
Tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto te odio.

Te odio.
Odio la mañana, el café
Sin planes, sin ti y en ayunas
Perdura tu aroma y lo odio.
Envuelto en papel de colores
Te envío bengalas, rencores.
Quizá recuerdes así
Que te odio. También tu sonrisa
Y la brisa arañando tu piel,
Y mi corazón ya de paso.
Tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto lo odio.

Este viejo odio
Que hiela los jazmines,
Ama tu figura aborrecible.
Y así, si te marchas,
Quedan los rencores
Para recordarme las razones
De por qué me eres imprescindible,
De por qué te extraño aunque me olvides.

Te odio.
Odio tu belleza y a mí
Me odio al saberme tan lejos
Del viejo camino andado
Rastreando hadas y cometas,
La estrella prendida en tu pelo.
Maldito lucero. Lo odio.
Odio odiarte tanto,
Saber que te encuentras perdida
Y la vida me impide encontrarte.
Tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto te odio.

Yo odio
Perseguir tu rastro,
Cansado en este laberinto.
Cual hilo de Ariadna tus huellas
Me llevan hasta el dulce tiempo
De besos, promesas. Lo odio.
Soy tan feliz
A tu lado que odio
Que ya no estés cerca
Y empieza a cansarme este odio.
Quizá si tuviera tus manos
Pero te odio tanto, tanto, tanto, tanto.

Este viejo odio
Que hiela los jazmines,
Ama tu figura aborrecible.
Y así, si te marchas,
Quedan los rencores
Para recordarme las razones
De por qué me eres imprescindible,
De por qué te extraño aunque me olvides.

I Hate You

I hate you.
I hate the love songs
That bring your memory to my house.
The desire to see you.
And I hate
The sky in your face and the doubts
Of forgetting you or calling you
To tell you,
What do I know,
That I still exist,
That I finally hate you,
That I don't know
If the world can resist without you.
So much, so much, so much, so much I hate you.

I hate you.
I hate the morning, the coffee
Without plans, without you and fasting
Your aroma persists and I hate it.
Wrapped in colored paper
I send you flares, grudges.
Maybe you'll remember that way
That I hate you. Also your smile
And the breeze scratching your skin,
And my heart already in passing.
So much, so much, so much, so much I hate it.

This old hatred
That freezes the jasmines,
Loves your despicable figure.
And so, if you leave,
There are grudges left
To remind me of the reasons why
You are essential to me,
Why I miss you even if you forget me.

I hate you.
I hate your beauty and myself
I hate myself for knowing I'm so far away
From the old path we walked down
Tracking fairies and comets,
The star pinned to your hair.
Cursed star. I hate it.
I hate hating you so much,
Knowing that you are lost
And life prevents me from finding you.
So much, so much, so much, so much I hate you.

I hate
Chasing your trail,
Tired in this labyrinth.
Like Ariadne's thread, your footsteps
Take me back to the sweet time
Of kisses, promises. I hate it.
I am so happy
By your side that I hate
That you're not close anymore
And this hatred is starting to tire me out.
Maybe if I had your hands
But I hate you so much, so much, so much, so much.

This old hatred
That freezes the jasmines,
Loves your despicable figure.
And so, if you leave,
There are grudges left
To remind me of the reasons why
You are essential to me,
Why I miss you even if you forget me.