Paroles et traduction Los Baby's - Mañana Y Despues

Mañana Y Despues

Estaba loca, loca de remate,
Y era guapa, guapa de cojones.
Y conocía a la luna,
Y bailaba rock and roll frente al espejo,
Y salía
Y bebía
Y no se acordaba de nada al día siguiente.

Estaba rota, tanto como un trapo,
Y era dura, dura de roer,
Y odiaba a los poetas,
Y se ponía hasta el culo
Y lloraba
Y se corría
Y no se acordaba de nada al día siguiente.

Dormía poco,
Y tenía las ojeras más preciosas
Que habían ignorado jamas.
Era la princesa de mi cuento,
La que follaba con extremo duro sonando de fondo
Y se metía de todo, menos mis drogas.

Amaba,
Era capaz de amar,
Por encima de cualquier boca despeinada,
De cualquier trovador de mierda,
De cualquier basura literaría que le escribía,
Era jodidamente perfecta,
Y su único defecto era yo.

Sospecho que venía de otro mundo,
Por eso de que nadie había logrado entenderla nunca,
Aunque siempre era la que más gritaba
Y que era inmortal
Por eso de sus infinitas pecas,
Y que me tenía calado,
Y que sabía cosas sobre mi que nadie sabra jamas.

Era la chica con la desearías pasar
El resto de vuestra vida.
Era la chica diez,
Y le faltaban un par de veranos,
Conmigo, digo,
Y cada vez que me la encontraba por ahí,
Me decía que no se acordaría de nada al día siguiente,
Y aun así,
Me iría a vivir con su olvido,
Todos los días del resto de mi vida.

Mañana Y Despues

You were crazy, crazy as a loon,
And you were beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous.
And you knew the moon,
And you danced rock and roll in front of the mirror,
And you went out
And you drank
And you couldn't remember anything the next day.

You were broken, as fragile as a rag,
And you were tough, tough as nails,
And you hated poets,
And you would get wasted
And you would cry
And you would cum
And you couldn't remember anything the next day.

You slept little,
And you had the most beautiful dark circles
That had ever been ignored.
You were the princess of my story,
The one who fucked with extreme hardcore music blasting in the background
And did every drug, except mine.

You loved,
You were capable of love,
Above any disheveled mouth,
Any shitty troubadour,
Any literary garbage that wrote to you,
You were fucking perfect,
And your only flaw was me.

I suspect that you came from another world,
Because no one had ever managed to understand you,
Even though you were always the one screaming the loudest
And that you were immortal
Because of your infinite freckles,
And that you had me figured out,
And that you knew things about me that no one will ever know.

You were the girl I wanted to spend
The rest of your life with.
You were the perfect ten,
And you were missing a couple of summers,
With me, I mean,
And every time I ran into you,
You would tell me that you wouldn't remember anything the next day,
And yet,
I would go and live with your forgetfulness,
Every day for the rest of my life.