Paroles et traduction Papina de Palma - Supersticioso

Supersticioso

Habrá sido la navaja suiza que te regalé
Mi abuela siempre dijo
No se regalan cuchillos
O quizás el gato negro delante del que pasé
Sin detenerme a verlo ni contar hasta diez
Se me cayó muchas veces sal
No tiré un poquito para atrás, quizás fue eso
O me burlé demasiado del i-ching
Y los emperadores chinos
Vinieron por mi
Estás buscando señales
En tu memoria, ya sé
Intentando justificar el error garrafal
De habernos querido
Y haber terminado heridos
Los dos
Y si ya sé
Sería buen momento
Para sacarle la culpa
A la excusa de la mala suerte
Fue bueno tenerte
Y no es que no intente volver atrás
Pero ya está
Y no queda nada más
Habrá sido aquella noche
en que llegaste entusiasmado con aquel paraguas rojo
que te habías comprado
me mostraste cómo era bajo techo
y una punta le pegó a un espejo
en el cuarto de al lado
y barrimos a la luz de la luna y dijiste
"ojalá que no hubiera llegado".
Te olvidaste de tocar madera y
pasaste en el camino por debajo de seis escaleras.
Estás buscando señales
En tu memoria, ya sé
Intentando justificar el error garrafal
De habernos querido
Y haber terminado heridos
Los dos
Y si ya sé
Sería buen momento
Para sacarle la culpa
A la excusa de la mala suerte
Fue bueno tenerte
Y no es que no intente volver atrás
Pero ya está
Y no queda nada más
ah ah...

Superstitious

Perhaps it was the Swiss Army Knife I gave you
My grandmother always said
Don't give knives as gifts
Or maybe it was the black cat I walked past
Without stopping to look at it or counting to ten
I spilled salt many times
I didn't throw a little bit back, maybe that's what it was
Or I mocked the I Ching too much
And the Chinese emperors
Came for me
You're looking for signs
In your memory, I know
Trying to justify the colossal mistake
Of having loved each other
And having ended up hurt
Both of us
And yes, I know
It would be a good time
To stop blaming
The excuse of bad luck
It was nice having you
And it's not that I don't try to go back
But it's over
And there's nothing left
Perhaps it was that night
When you came so excited with that red umbrella
That you'd bought
You showed me how it was indoors
And a tip hit a mirror
In the next room
And we swept up by the light of the moon and you said
"I wish I hadn't come."
You forgot to touch wood and
You walked under six ladders on the way.
You're looking for signs
In your memory, I know
Trying to justify the colossal mistake
Of having loved each other
And having ended up hurt
Both of us
And yes, I know
It would be a good time
To stop blaming
The excuse of bad luck
It was nice having you
And it's not that I don't try to go back
But it's over
And there's nothing left
ah ah...