Paroles et traduction Osvaldo Pugliese - No Me Escribas

No Me Escribas

Yo prefiero no tener noticias tuyas.
Tengo miedo, mucho miedo que tus cartas me hagan mal;
Que me digan algún día que de mí te has olvidado
Y tus besos y caricias pertenecen a un rival.
No sabés lo que he sufrido desde el día que te fuiste
Cuando vi que ya no estabas y que solo me encontré.
Tuve rabia, tuve pena, no sé lo que hubiera hecho
Y esa noche, de tristeza y de dolor más te lloré.
Desde entonces he intentado deshacerme ′e tu recuerdo,
Arrancarte de mi vida y matar esta pasión,
Pero inútil, porque cuanto hacía más para olvidarte
Como grampa te clavabas en mi pobre corazón.
He llenado las paredes de mi hogar con tus retratos,
Y tus cartas, las primeras, las que vos sabías mandar
Hace rato, las conservo, porque en ellas me decías
Que jamás de mi cariño vos te irías a olvidar.
Ayer tarde, en el momento que más triste me encontraba
Añorando tus recuerdos una carta recibí:
Cuando vi que era tu letra tuve miedo de leerla
Y temblando, sin haber abierto el sobre, la rompí.
No me escribas, yo prefiero no tener noticias tuyas.
Tengo miedo, mucho miedo que tus cartas me hagan mal.

Don't Write to Me

I would rather not have any news of you.
I'm very afraid that your letters might hurt me;
That they might tell me one day that you have forgotten me
And that your kisses and caresses belong to a rival.
You don't know what I have suffered since the day you left
When I saw that you were gone and that I was all alone.
I felt rage, I felt sorrow, I don't know what I would have done
And that night, from sadness and pain, I cried even more for you.
Since then, I have tried to get rid of your memory,
To tear you from my life and kill this passion,
But it's useless, because the more I did to forget you
The more you nailed yourself into my poor heart like a clamp.
I have filled the walls of my home with your portraits,
And your letters, the first ones, the ones you used to send
A long time ago, I keep them, because in them you told me
That you would never forget your love for me.
Yesterday afternoon, when I was at my saddest
Missing your memories, I received a letter:
When I saw that it was your handwriting, I was afraid to read it
And trembling, without having opened the envelope, I tore it up.
Don't write to me, I would rather not have any news of you.
I'm very afraid that your letters might hurt me.