Paroles et traduction Joaquín Sabina - Otro jueves cobarde

Otro jueves cobarde

Otra tarde como las demas
Sin amores rotos de casualidad
Otro jueves de esos...
Que no se dejan besar.
No eran las esquirlas del rencor
Eran telarañas en el corazon
Un adios con pestañas
Un desamor sin amor.
Hoy que no me encuentro la nariz
Hoy que no banco ser feliz...
No le pognas miel a la verdad
Que si ando muerto
Es de tanto resucitar...
Otra tarde que no arde esta tarde
Sin pasado mañana
Otra tarde tan cobarde esta tarde
Que no prueba manzanas
Otro jueves que no sabe
Bajarse ni los pantalones
Otro jueves que anda dando lastima
Por los rincones
De esta tarde en coma dos...
Otra tarde como las demas
Demasiado martes demasiado igual
Ni te declaro la guerra
Ni tu me firmas la paz.
Y el planeta baila su gangrena
Y otra vez volvieron
A embarrar la fiesta
Los idiotas en celo
Y las sopranos con tos,
Y hoy me quedo mudo para oir
Lo que nunca te supe decir
No perfumes tanto la verdad
Que hasta los muertos
Nos cansa resucitar...
Otra tarde que no arde esta tarde
Sin pasado mañana
Otra tarde tan cobarde esta tarde
Que no prueba manzanas
Otro jueves que no sabe ni abrocharse
Los pantalones
Otro jueves que anda dando lastima
Por los rincones
De esta tarde en FA menor...
Y Hoy que no me encuentro la nariz
Hoy que no me sale ni dormir
No maquilles tanto la verdad
Que hasta los muertos
Nos exita resucita...
Otra tarde que no arde esta tarde
Sin pasado mañana
Otra tarde tan cobarde esta tarde
Que no prueba manzanas
Otro jueves que no sabe bajarse
Ni los pantalones
Otro jueves que regala lastima
Por los rincones
De esta resaca sin vos...

Another Cowardly Thursday

Another afternoon like all the others
Without the heartbreaks of chance
Another one of those Thursdays...
That don't let you kiss them.
They weren't shards of resentment
They were cobwebs in my heart
A goodbye with eyelashes
A heartbreak without love.
Today I can't find my nose
Today I can't stand to be happy...
Don't sugarcoat the truth
Because if I'm dead
It's from being resurrected so much...
Another afternoon that's not burning this afternoon
With no tomorrow
Another afternoon so cowardly this afternoon
That doesn't experience apples
Another Thursday that doesn't know
How to pull down its pants
Another Thursday that goes around causing pity
In the corners
Of this afternoon in E minor...
Another afternoon like all the others
Too much Tuesday, too much the same
I won't declare war on you
Neither will you sign peace with me.
And the planet dances its gangrene
And once again they came back
To spoil the party
The idiots in heat
And the sopranos with coughs,
And today I stay mute to hear
What I never knew how to tell you
Don't perfume the truth so much
Because even the dead
Get tired of being resurrected...
Another afternoon that's not burning this afternoon
With no tomorrow
Another afternoon so cowardly this afternoon
That doesn't experience apples
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to button
Its pants
Another Thursday that goes around causing pity
In the corners
Of this afternoon in F minor...
And today I can't find my nose
Today I can't even sleep
Don't put so much makeup on the truth
Because even the dead
Get excited by being resurrected...
Another afternoon that's not burning this afternoon
With no tomorrow
Another afternoon so cowardly this afternoon
That doesn't experience apples
Another Thursday that doesn't know how to pull down
Its pants
Another Thursday that gives away pity
In the corners
Of this hangover without you...