Vine Del Norte - Lo + Plus - Ismael Serrano traduction en anglais

Vine Del Norte - Lo + Plus

Vine del norte buscando una canción y una cruz,
Y allí se cruzó un cometa, y en su estela estabas tú.
En Madrid seguiría lloviendo, triste como lo dejé,
Y en Santiago con tus luces y su noviembre me quemé.

Y fue después de un concierto, una noche en tu universidad,
Allí te encontré de nuevo, "Hoy te invito a carretear".
"Acepto gustoso tu oferta, sólo con una condición:
Que no se acabe esta noche y que no me enamore yo".

Andando por La Alameda, tú me empezaste a contar
Causas, azares y luchas, en estos días y al pasar
Por delante de La Moneda, tú tarareaste a Jara.
Me miraste, "Así tan duro, tienes un aire a guevara".

Y entramos en un bareto, y allí alguien cantaba a Fito.
"A este paso me enamoro, sólo me falta otro pisco".
"Déjate de historias, súbete ahí, y cántame una de Silvio".
"Sólo si me das un beso", y todos cantaron conmigo.

Salimos del bar borrachos, agarrados de la mano,
Y en la calle como siempre jodiendo andaban los pacos.
Tú les gritaste "¡Asesinos!", y los dos echamos a correr.
Tú reías, y en tu risa yo me veía caer.

Pero, "¿Dónde has estado este tiempo? Se hace tarde, vete a casa",
Y en tu abrazo a lo lejos, creí oír a los Parra,
Cantando para nosotros. Será mejor que me vaya.

Ahí quedé, solo, gritando, sin ti, "Te recuerdo, Amanda".
"Te recuerdo, Amanda".
Al tiempo llegué a mi norte, con una canción y una cruz,
Con la estela de un cometa, con tu mentira y con tu luz.

En Madrid seguía lloviendo, tal como lo dejé,
Y en Santiago tantas cosas, hoy me muero por volver.
Hoy me muero por volver.

I Came From the North - The Very Best

I came from the north, looking for a song and a cross,
And there you were, a comet crossing my path.
In Madrid, it kept raining, as sad as it was when I left.
And in Santiago, with its lights and November, I got burned.

And it was after a concert, one night at your university,
There I found you again, "Tonight I invite you to party".
"I gladly accept your offer, only on one condition:
That this night would never end and that I don't fall in love with you".

Walking down La Alameda, you started telling me about
Causes, coincidences and struggles, in these passing days.
When we passed by La Moneda, you hummed Jara.
You looked at me, "So serious, you have a Guevara-like look".

And we went into a dive bar, where someone was singing Fito.
"I'm falling in love now, all I need is another pisco".
"Don't tell me stories, get up there and sing me a song by Silvio".
"Only if you give me a kiss," and everyone sang along with me.

We left the bar drunk, holding hands,
And on the streets, as always, the cops were harassing people.
You yelled, "¡Murderers!" at them and we both ran away.
You were laughing, and in your laugh, I saw myself falling for you.

But, "Where have you been this whole time? It's getting late, go home,"
And in your distant embrace, I thought I heard the Parras,
Singing for us. I better leave.

There I stayed, alone, shouting, without you, "I remember you, Amanda".
"I remember you, Amanda".
After a while, I went back to my north, with a song and a cross,
With the trail of a comet, with your lie and your light.

In Madrid it kept raining, just like when I left,
And in Santiago, so many things, now I'm dying to go back.
Now I'm dying to go back.