Paroles et traduction Martirio - No me quieras tanto

No me quieras tanto

Él tenía viente años .
Yo le doblaba la edad.
En sus seines había noche
Y en las mias madrugada.
Antes que yo lo pensara
Su gusto estaba cumplido;
De nada faltaba él,
Lo quería con locura,
Con todos mis cinco sentidos.
Él se dejaba querer.
Amor le pedía, como un pordiosero,
Y él me clavaba,
Sin ver que sufría,
Cuchillos de acero.

No me quieras tanto,
Ni llores por mi;
No vale la pena
Que por mi cariño
Te pongas así.
Yo no se quererte lo mismo que tú,
Ni pasar mi vida pendiente y esclava
De esa esclavitud.
No te pongas triste,
Sécate ese llanto
Hay que estar alegre.
Mírame y aprende.
Y no me quieras tanto.

Con los años y la vida
Ha cambiado su querer,
Y ahora busco de mis labios
Lo que entonces le entregué
Cegadita de cariño
Él me ruega que le ampare,
Que le tenga caridad;
Me lo pide de rodillas, por la Gloria de su madre
Y no me sirve de nada.
Y como un mendigo se pone en mi puerta
Y con sus palabras su pena castiga
Dejándome muerta.

No me quieras tanto,
Ni llores por mi;
No vale la pena
Que por mi cariño
Te pongas así.

De todo lo del mundo sería capaz
Con tal que el cariño que tú me tuviste
Volviera a empezar.
Por lo que más quieras,
Sécame esta llanto.
Maldigo la hora que yo a ti te dije:
Ay, no me quieras tanto!

Don't love me so much

He was in his twenties,
And I was twice his age.
His eyes held night,
While mine held the dawn.
Before I knew it,
He had what he wanted;
He lacked nothing,
I loved him madly,
With all my five senses.
He let himself be loved.
He asked for love, like a beggar,
And he stabbed me,
Not seeing my suffering,
With steel knives.

Don't love me so much,
And don't cry for me;
It's not worth it
That for my love
You make yourself like this.
I can't love you the same,
Nor spend my life dependent and a slave
To that kind of slavery.
Don't be sad,
Dry those tears
We must be happy.
Look at me and learn.
And don't love me so much.

With the years and life
His love has changed,
And now he seeks from my lips
What I gave him then
Blinded by love
He begs me to shelter him,
To have charity on him;
He asks me on his knees, by the Glory of his mother
But it's no good.
And like a beggar, he stands at my door
And his words just punish his own pain
Leaving me lifeless.

Don't love me so much,
And don't cry for me;
It's not worth it
That for my love
You make yourself like this.

Of all the things in the world I would be capable,
If only the love you had for me
Would start again.
By all that you hold dear,
Dry these tears.
I curse the hour I ever said to you:
Oh, don't love me so much!