Paroles et traduction Joseph Fonseca - Por que Diablo Hemos Cambiado (Bachata)

Por que Diablo Hemos Cambiado (Bachata)

Había un espejo manchado con amarillos de tiempo
Y unas cortinas chillonas del mas barato cretona
Una bombilla desnuda, en un techo descorchado
Y un catre despensijado que chiriaba lastimoso
Lentamente apresuroso, segúnfuera nuestro gozo
Y sobre una mesa coja, unos libros apillados
Que quedaban olvidados, hasta bien entrado el curso
Y en un lugar preferente, desde aquel portal retrato
Estabas tu todo el rato, con tu flequillo en la frente
Sonriendo con recato, como quien dice presente si
Como quien dice presente
Que edad teníamos entonces porque diablos hemos cambiado
Afuera pasaba el tiempo y si llovía hacia viento
Nos tenía sin gran cuidado pues vivíamos el momento
De aquel secreto momento para amar y ser amado
Y en la pared solitario, un calendario atrasado
Con un mayo trasnochado, cuando ya corría novienbre
Y flotando en una nube, con querubines alados
Habia un santito viscón, que nos miraba apenado
o francamente enojado cuando hacíamos el amor si cuando hacíamos el amor
Que edad teníamos entonces porque diablos hemos cambiado
Afuera pasaba el tiempo y si llovía hacia viento
Nos tenía sin gran cuidado pues vivíamos el momento
De aquel secreto momento para amar y ser amado

Why on Earth Have We Changed (Bachata)

There was a mirror stained with time's yellow
And some gaudy curtains of the cheapest chintz
A bare bulb, in a peeling ceiling
And a shabby cot that creaked pitifully
Slowly hurried, according to our joy
And on a wobbly table, some books piled up
That were forgotten, until well into the course
And in a prominent place, from that portrait portal
You were there all the time, with your bangs in your forehead
Smiling with modesty, like one who says present yes
Like one who says present
How old were we then why on earth have we changed
Outside, time passed and if it rained it was windy
It had us without great care because we lived the moment
Of that secret moment to love and be loved
And on the wall, a solitary, outdated calendar
With a belated May, when November was already running
And floating on a cloud, with winged cherubs
There was a devout little saint, who looked at us with sorrow
Or frankly angry when we made love yes when we made love
How old were we then why on earth have we changed
Outside, time passed and if it rained it was windy
It had us without great care because we lived the moment
Of that secret moment to love and be loved