Paroles et traduction Joaquín Sabina - No tienes corazón

No tienes corazón

Si quieres quiero
Te cuento los cuentos que tú me contabas
Si quieres mujeres
Te escribo una lista con nombres y camas
Si quieres
Me sigo creyendo que fuiste una santa anda ya
No tienes perdón
Como tienes la poca vergüenza de entrar en mi casa
Como tienes valor de llamar por las noches a ver que me pasa
Como tienes la lengua tan larga y la risa tan falsa
No tienes corazón
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Tuviste
Muy poco respeto y muy poco cuidado
Hiciste
Que fuera el payaso en tu circo privado
Dejaste un imbécil muy grande en mi frente pintado
No tienes perdón
Ahora entiendo el afán por viajar
Con tu hermana a la habana
O las cenas aquellas con tus compañeras
Una vez por semana
Y los viejos amigos y algún que otro primo
Que ya peinan canas
No tienes corazón
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Un café mire ud. a un primo hermano, corto de café, largo de quijano
Y me debes año y medio
Mucha sangre tú me debes
Y tu culpa es mi remedio
Sean benditos tus deberes
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara
Y atrévete a negarme que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles, que me evites que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara cara dura
Y atrévete a negarme y dímelo en la calle
Mejor no des detalles
Prefiero que te calles
Si no me quieren, no me quieren nadie se muere
Así esta el tema, que dilema
Y joaquín tu que opinas.

You Have No Heart

If you want, I'm willing,
I'll tell you the stories you used to tell me.
If you want women,
I'll write you a list with names and beds.
If you want,
I'll keep believing you were a saint, come on now.
You are unforgivable,
How dare you have the audacity to enter my house?
How dare you call at night to see how I am?
How can you have such a long tongue and such a fake laugh?
You have no heart.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
You had
Very little respect and very little care.
You made
Me the clown in your private circus.
You left a huge fool painted on my forehead.
You are unforgivable.
Now I understand the urge to travel,
With your sister to Havana,
Or those dinners with your colleagues,
Once a week,
And the old friends and some cousin
Whose hair is already turning gray.
You have no heart.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
A coffee, you see, to a first cousin, short on coffee, long on Quijano,
And you owe me a year and a half,
A lot of blood you owe me,
And your guilt is my remedy,
May your debts be blessed.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
Look me in the face,
And dare to deny that you know as many beds as stories to tell me.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up, save me from your flattery and truths.
Look me in the face, shameless face,
And dare to deny it, tell me on the street.
Better not give details,
I'd rather you shut up.
If they don't love me, nobody loves me, someone dies.
That's the situation, what a dilemma,
And Joaquín, what do you think?