Paroles et traduction Mikie Rivera - ¿de Que Serviría?

¿de Que Serviría?

Yo sé que no hay amores tan eternos,
Que el tiempo es un ritual que me destruye,
Que la distancia va matando sueños,
Y va cortando el hilo que nos une.
Yo se que en esta guerra hay un "Te quiero",
Perdiendo su batalla ante el olvido,
Que la primavera es un infierno,
Cuando la soledad marca el camino.
Pero si volviera sé que nada cambiaria,
Pero si volviera todo se repetiría.
Si pudiera hablarte, ¿cuanto te diría?
Porque si volvieras se que no comprenderías;
Que eras mi equipaje, que eras mi bandera,
Que no había mejor paisaje que tu cordillera,
Que eras el viaje a la ultima estrella,
Y como celaje fuiste borrando la huella.
Si pudiera hablarte, ¿de que serviría?
Tal vez fueron tus labios confidentes,
De aquel hechizo que un día me sedujo.
Pero, para mi bien ando de suerte,
Que hoy puede más mi risa que tu embrujo.
Y así he pasado en la vida, sonriente,
Dejándome llevar por la hermosura,
De alguna que prefiere estar presente,
A la hora en que mi canto se desnuda.
Pero si volviera sé que nada cambiaria,
Pero si volviera todo se repetiría.
Si pudiera hablarte, ¿cuanto te diría?
Porque si volvieras se que no comprenderías;
Que eras mi equipaje, que eras mi bandera,
Que no había mejor paisaje que tu cordillera,
Que eras el viaje a la ultima estrella,
Y como celaje fuiste borrando la huella.
Si pudiera hablarte, ¿de que serviría?
Porque si volvieras se que no comprenderías;
Que eres el lenguaje de una tragicomedia,
Que eres el mejor petaje de mi ultima escena,
Que eras el chantaje luego mi condena,
Y mi plan de café nunca cruzo tu frontera.
Que eras mi equipaje, que eras mi bandera,
Que no había mejor paisaje que tu cordillera,
Que eras el viaje a la ultima estrella,
Y como celaje fuiste borrando la huella.
Si pudiera hablarte, ¿de que serviría?
Si pudiera hablarte, de nada serviría.
Si pudiera hablarte, de nada serviría.
Si pudiera hablarte,
Seguro jugarías to papel de asesina,
Y luego me matarías.
Y a intentar no volverías,
Ya lo sabía.
De nada servíria.
Si pudiera hablarte,
Si pudiera hablarte, de nada serviría.
Si pudiera hablarta, ¿de que serviría?

What Good Would It Do?

I know that no love is truly eternal,
That time is a ritual that destroys me,
That distance kills dreams,
And cuts the thread that binds us.
I know that in this war there is an "I love you",
Losing its battle against oblivion,
That spring is a hell,
When loneliness marks the path.
But if you returned, I know nothing would change,
But if you returned, everything would repeat itself.
If I could speak to you, how much would I say?
Because if you came back, I know you wouldn't understand;
That you were my luggage, that you were my flag,
That there was no better landscape than your mountain range,
That you were the journey to the last star,
And like a cloud, you erased the trail.
If I could speak to you, what good would it do?
Perhaps it was your lips, confidants,
Of that spell that seduced me one day.
But, for my own good, I'm in luck,
That today my laughter is stronger than your spell.
And so I have passed through life, smiling,
Letting myself be carried away by the beauty,
Of someone who prefers to be present,
At the hour when my song is naked.
But if you returned, I know nothing would change,
But if you returned, everything would repeat itself.
If I could speak to you, how much would I say?
Because if you came back, I know you wouldn't understand;
That you were my luggage, that you were my flag,
That there was no better landscape than your mountain range,
That you were the journey to the last star,
And like a cloud, you erased the trail.
If I could speak to you, what good would it do?
Because if you came back, I know you wouldn't understand;
That you are the language of a tragicomedy,
That you are the best footage of my last scene,
That you were the blackmail then my condemnation,
And my coffee plan never crossed your border.
That you were my luggage, that you were my flag,
That there was no better landscape than your mountain range,
That you were the journey to the last star,
And like a cloud, you erased the trail.
If I could speak to you, what good would it do?
If I could speak to you, it would do no good.
If I could speak to you, it would do no good.
If I could speak to you,
Surely you would play the role of assassin,
And then you would kill me.
And you wouldn't try to come back,
I already knew.
It would do no good.
If I could speak to you,
If I could speak to you, it would do no good.
If I could speak to you, what good would it do?