Paroles et traduction Los Chikos del Maiz - Un Bolero en Berlín

Un Bolero en Berlín

¿Lo recuerdas? Tan borrachos los sábados
Explorando nuestros cuerpos diáfanos
Vaya dos
No había mayor escándalo
Mi lengua en tu espalda y mi frase
En tu hipotálamo
Follábamos sobre las cuerdas de una guitarra
De Víctor Jara o de Violeta Parra
Y nada raro, solo fuimos dos bolivarianos
Que cada noche de guerra una tierra liberamos
Y bailamos, ron en mano, fumando habanos
Mientras en Girón morían norteamericanos
Porque me excita tu criterio
Y tu bajo hemisferio
Pero mucho más la caída de un imperio
Todo era vértigo y pretéritos
Días eléctricos, amor hipotético
Escéptico, sin fin, sin miedo y sin dormir
Tu cama era Berlín y nosotros, dos soviéticos
Y huyamos de las cuerdas del romanticismo
Del egoísmo, de no querernos a nosotros mismos
Que ni yo soy tuyo ni tú eres mía
Solo siendo libres supimos hacernos compañía
Y a la mierda la melancolía, que la vida son dos días
Sirve más sangría
Que el tiempo no se detiene
Tú eliges, disgustos o placeres
Dime qué prefieres
Porque nos queda la memoria
Nos queda nuestra historia
Da igual si ruina o gloria
Nos quedan los sueños y la rabia
Aunque mañana nos separemos como Yugoslavia

Tempo pra falar, agora precisa
Estou perto de você, não posso ver
A felicidade tem teu nome

Hoje minha saudade era te ver

Segunda parte, a modo de epílogo
¿Quién coño sabe?
Pódium de discoteca de polígono
A politono de Eskorbuto, a droga
Tú hacías de Lauren Bacall, yo de Humphrey Bogart
Sharapova de color caoba
Follarémos en tu mezquita, en tu ermita y en tu sinagoga
Soñando con estar en boga
Otro beso colgado, otro cigarrillo a orillas del Volga
Francotiradora en el tejado
Seré el recluta alemán, tú serás mi Stalingrado
Claro, que el invierno es imposible contigo
Soy un Judas, y un crack, como Figo
Crimen y castigo, busco abrigo
En noches gélidas, mañanas pretéritas
Arquitectura del olvido
Aquellas noches viendo Terminator
Aquellas vacaciones en Lekeitio
Aquellos pleitos y tu sonrisa
Ya me cansé de discusiones, de vivir demasiado deprisa
No te quiero sumisa, te quiero libre
Subir esa montaña y sentir la brisa
Soñar con el Caribe, y todas esas vainas
Vivir en Tremé, Nuevas Orleans, bailar en el desfile
Bañarse en Cannes, instantes
La cara que pusiste cuando te regalé las Martens

Y tus ojos brillantes, no perderé esta carrera como Mesala

Chavala, que nadie te corte las alas
Los hijos que no tuvimos tiran piedras en Ramallah

Tempo pra falar, agora precisa
Estou perto de você, não posso ver
A felicidade tem teu nome

Hoje minha saudade era te ver
Voltar se tem lembraças

Menino se vai ficar

Sonhar se vai a vora
Caminha, brinca pra lá

Arranca-me, cê jurou com carinho
Que eu assim mais não posso ver
A felicidade tem teu nome
Hoje a saudade era te ver

Cada uno de nosotros tiene una estrella
Que ames ayer
Márchate, esta tierra esta maldita

A Bolero in Berlin

Do you remember? So drunk on Saturdays
Exploring our diaphanous bodies
What a pair
There was no greater scandal
My tongue on your back and my phrase
In your hypothalamus
We fucked on the strings of a guitar
By Víctor Jara or Violeta Parra
And nothing strange, we were just two Bolivarians
Every night of war we liberated a land
And we danced, rum in hand, smoking cigars
While North Americans died in Girón
Because your criteria excites me
And your lower hemisphere
But much more the fall of an empire
Everything was vertigo and past tense
Electric days, hypothetical love
Skeptical, endless, fearless and sleepless
Your bed was Berlin and we, two Soviets
And we fled from the strings of romanticism
Of selfishness, of not loving ourselves
That neither I am yours nor you are mine
Only by being free did we know how to keep each other company
And to hell with melancholy, life is two days
Serve more sangria
That time does not stop
You choose, displeasure or pleasure
Tell me what you prefer
Because we have the memory
We have our history
It doesn't matter if it's ruin or glory
We have dreams and rage left
Even if tomorrow we separate like Yugoslavia

Time to talk, now you need it
I'm close to you, I can't see
Happiness has your name

Today my longing was to see you

Second part, as an epilogue
Who the hell knows?
Polygon disco podium
To Eskorbuto ringtone, the drug
You were Lauren Bacall, I was Humphrey Bogart
Mahogany-colored Sharapova
We would fuck in your mosque, in your hermitage and in your synagogue
Dreaming of being in vogue
Another hanging kiss, another cigarette on the banks of the Volga
Sniper on the roof
I'll be the German recruit, you'll be my Stalingrad
Of course, winter is impossible with you
I am a Judas, and a crack, like Figo
Crime and punishment, I seek shelter
On icy nights, past mornings
Architecture of oblivion
Those nights watching Terminator
Those holidays in Lekeitio
Those fights and your smile
I'm tired of arguments, of living too fast
I don't want you submissive, I want you free
Climb that mountain and feel the breeze
Dreaming of the Caribbean, and all those things
Living in Tremé, New Orleans, dancing in the parade
Swimming in Cannes, moments
The face you made when I gave you the Martens

And your bright eyes, I will not lose this race like Mesala

Girl, let no one clip your wings
The children we did not have throw stones in Ramallah

Time to talk, now you need it
I'm close to you, I can't see
Happiness has your name

Today my longing was to see you
Come back if you have memories

Boy if you're going to stay

Dream if you go to the shore
Walk, play there

Tear me out, you swore with affection
That I can't see like this anymore
Happiness has your name
Today the longing was to see you

Each of us has a star
That you loved yesterday
Leave, this land is cursed