Paroles et traduction Leonardo Favio - Hoy No Quiero Cantar

Hoy No Quiero Cantar

Cierro los ojos, lo pienso, hoy no quiero cantar
Tantos faltan a mi lado, tantos que me quisieron.
Mi abuelita si me parece verte chaca que chaca
Y chaca con tus pantuflas viejas ordenando la casa.
Abuelita milagro que haces pan de la nada,
La forma de mi padre se ha borrosa en la foto
Yo no se, yo no se si mi padre tan niño muerto
Lo que me aprieta la garganta y me ablanda los hombros
O esta dulce melodia que me viene de lejos
Y me quita las ganas de hacer cosas.
Pobrecito, pobrecito mi padre tan niño muerto,
No se yo lo hubiera criado de otra manera pienso.
Hoy no quiero cantar, hoy no quiero cantar,
Faltan tantos a mi lado, tantos.
Callejon La Madrid, te acordás callejon? aquel malon siestero,
Aquel malon siestero, la tropa brava de niños
La evidencia del triste despertar del mañana,
La evidencia de que urge el despertar que espero
Tan solo quedé yo, tan solo quedé yo de todo quello
No se puede cantar, no se puede cantar
Faltan tantos, tantos de los que quise y quiero,
Abuelita menuda abuelita milagro que haces pan de la nada.
La la la la la la la la la la
Carlos; hoy solo una canción para vos Carlos
Ayer tomando mate riendo como locos, hoy solo
Una canción carlos mi amigo,
Mi amigo abatido, tus ojitos de pive y tu muerte de barro.
La la la la la la la la la la
No se puede cantar, no se puede cantar
Cuándo uno ha visto tanto,
Son tantas las verdades tan pocos los milagros,
Besense, bailen, bailen, besense que es muy tierno
Y aveces el mañana solo depende de eso
No hagan caso de mi, solo ocurre que.
Solo ocurre que hoy no quiero cantar.

Today I Don't Want to Sing

I close my eyes, I think about it, today I don't want to sing
So many are missing by my side, so many who loved me.
My grandma, it seems like I see you, chaca chaca
And chaca with your old slippers, tidying up the house.
Grandma, a miracle, you make bread out of nothing.
The image of my father has faded in the photo
I don't know, I don't know if my father so young and dead
What's choking my throat and softening my shoulders
Or this sweet melody that comes to me from afar
And makes me lose the desire to do things.
Poor thing, poor thing, my father so young and dead,
I don't know, I would have raised him differently, I think.
Today I don't want to sing, today I don't want to sing,
So many are missing by my side, so many.
Callejon La Madrid, do you remember, alleyway? That afternoon raid,
That afternoon raid, the brave troop of children
The evidence of the sad awakening of tomorrow,
The evidence that the awakening I am waiting for is urgent
I am the only one left, I am the only one left of all that
You can't sing, you can't sing
So many are missing, so many of those I loved and still do,
Grandma, a tiny grandma, a miracle, you make bread out of nothing.
La la la la la la la la la la
Carlos; today, just one song for you, Carlos
Yesterday, drinking mate, laughing like crazy, today alone
A song Carlos, my friend,
My friend, brought down, your child's eyes and your death of clay.
La la la la la la la la la la
You can't sing, you can't sing
When one has seen so much,
So many are the truths, so few the miracles,
Kiss, dance, dance, kiss, it's very tender
And sometimes tomorrow depends only on that
Don't mind me, it's just that.
It's just that today I don't want to sing.