Nostalgias (2001 Digital Remaster) - Mina traduction en anglais

Nostalgias (2001 Digital Remaster)

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
Para apagar un loco amor
Que mas que amor es un sufrir
Y aqui vengo para eso
Pà borrar antiquos besos
En los besos de otra boca.
Si su amor fue flor de un dia
Porque causa es siempre mia
Esta cruel preocupacion.
Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar
Para olvidar mi obstinacion
Y mas la vuelvo a recordar.
Nostalgias de escuchar su risa loca
Y sentir junto a mi boca
Come un fuego su respiracion,
Angustia de sentirme abandonada
Y pensar que otra a su lado,
Pronto, pronto le hablara de amor.
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme,
Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
Que no puedo mas vivir.
Desde mi triste soledad
Vere caer, las rosas muertas
De mi juventud.
Gime bandoneon tu tango gris
Quizas a ti te hiera igual
Algun amor sentimental
Llora mi alma de fantoche
Sola y triste en esta noche
Noche negra y sin estrellas.
Si las copas traen consuelo
Aqui estoy con mis desvelos
Para ahogarlos de una vez
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
Para despues poder brindar
Por los fracasos del amor.
Nostalgias de eschuchar su risa loca
Y sentir junto a mi boca
Como un fuego su respiracion
Angustia de sentirme abandonada
Y pensar que otra a su lado, pronto, pronto
Le hablara de amor.
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme,
Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
Que no puedo mas vivir
Desde mi triste soledad
Vere caer, las rosas muertas
De mi juventud.

Nostalgias (2001 Digital Remaster)

I want to intoxicate my heart
To extinguish a mad love
That more than love is a torment
And here I come for that
To erase ancient kisses
In the kisses of another mouth.
If his love was a one-day flower
Why is this cruel worry
Always my fault?
For both of us I want to raise my cup
To forget my stubbornness
And the more I bring it back to mind.
Memories of hearing his crazy laughter
And feeling next to my mouth
Like a fire his breath,
Anguish of feeling abandoned
And thinking that another by his side,
Soon, soon will speak of love to him.
My dear, I don't want to demean myself,
Nor ask, nor cry, nor tell him
That I can't live anymore.
From my sad solitude
I will see the dead roses fall
Of my youth.
Bandoneon, moan your gray tango
Perhaps you too are hurt
By some sentimental love
My soul of a puppet cries
Alone and sad in this night
A black and starless night.
If drinks bring comfort
Here I am with my anxieties
To drown them once and for all
I want to intoxicate my heart
So that I can then toast
To the failures of love.
Memories of hearing his crazy laughter
And feeling next to my mouth
Like a fire his breath
Anguish of feeling abandoned
And thinking that another by his side, soon, soon
Will speak of love to him.
My dear, I don't want to demean myself,
Nor ask, nor cry, nor tell him
That I can't live anymore
From my sad solitude
I will see the dead roses fall
Of my youth.