Paroles et traduction Iván Noble - Pistolas al Amanecer

Pistolas al Amanecer

Mi soledad madruga a veces
Se levanta antes que yo,
Y me deja el desayuno en la cama
De su lado del colchón.
Acomoda los recuerdos,
Junta leña si es abril.
Si su prima la tristeza me visita,
Jura que reza por mí.
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.
Mi soledad usa tacos altos,
No se si estoy a su altura.
Hago planes abrazado a su cintura
Que es consuelo y es estrago.
Mi mascota cuando llueve,
Camarada en el alcohol,
Se hace un picnic con mis lágrimas flaquitas
Mientras me seca el sudor.
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.
Y a la hora de los bifes,
Cuando apura el porvenir,
Le pregunto si me va a cuidar de viejo
Y no sabe que decir.
Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.
Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas, al amanecer.

Pistols at dawn

My solitude sometimes gets up early,
It wakes up before me,
And leaves me breakfast in bed
On her side of the mattress.
It tidies up the memories,
Gathers wood if it's April.
If her cousin, sadness, visits me,
She swears she prays for me.
But on some executioner nights
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn.
Some nights I get tired,
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn.
My solitude wears high heels,
I don't know if I am up to her height.
I make plans embraced in her waistline
Which is both comfort and damage.
My pet when it rains,
Comrade in alcohol,
It has a picnic with my weak tears
While it dries my sweat.
But on some executioner nights
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn.
Some nights I get tired,
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn.
And when it's time for the steaks,
When it rushes the future,
I ask it if it will take care of me when I'm old
And it doesn't know what to say.
But on some executioner nights
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn.
Some nights I get tired,
I challenge her to a duel without faith,
We both choose our seconds
And pistols at dawn
And pistols at dawn
And pistols, at dawn.