Paroles et traduction Patricia Lázaro - Átame

Átame

Date la media vuelta.
Tira, anda, tira que no te vea.
Pero no eches la llave,
Deja la puerta que esté entreabierta...
Mejor abierta.
Que cuando salga a buscarte
No me entretengan cerrojos ni rejas,
Será muy tarde y no habrá tiempo que perder.
Me falta el aire,
No tengo hambre, me corta el cuerpo esta relación.
De puro placer, de puro martirio...
Ni un poco de equilibrio.
Te quiero, me enfado y te digo:
"¡Vete! Déjame que piense,
Quiero estar ausente...
Como sin rumbo".
Y: "¡Vuelve!
Que se me hace un mundo,
No quiero ni un segundo
Estar sin verte".
Átame... por favor.
Hasta que me duela, que se me corte la circulación.
Que parezca que ya no me quieres,
O que por mí te mueres.
¿Te acuerdas de ese día?
Yo no te abría,
No me encontraste y fuiste a la tele.
Que me llamó tu madre:
"Niña, este niño te está buscando, ¿dónde te metes?".
"Que no vuelva más.
Aquí tiene: sus cositas en cajas de cartón como merece".
Puse Telenieve y te miré...
Qué linda cara desesperada.
De puro placer, de puro martirio...
Ni un poco de equilibrio.
(En blanca)
Átame... por favor.
Hasta que me duela, que se me corte la circulación.
Que parezca que ya no me quieres,
O que por mí te mueres.
O que... por mí... te mueres.

Tie Me Up

Turn and face the other way.
Go on, run away where I can't see you.
But don't throw away the key,
Leave the door ajar...
Wide open.
So that when I go looking for you,
I don't get delayed by locks or bars,
It'll be too late and there won't be any time to lose.
I'm short of breath,
I'm starving, this relationship is taking its toll on my body.
It's pure pleasure, pure torture...
Not one iota of balance.
I love you, I get angry and say to you:
"Go away! Leave me to think,
I want to be alone...
As if lost at sea".
And: "Come back!
Because the world seems empty to me,
I don't want to spend a second
Without seeing you".
Tie me up... please.
Tie me up until it hurts, until my circulation is cut off.
Make it look like you don't want me anymore,
Or that you're dying for me.
Do you remember that day?
I didn't let you in,
You couldn't find me and went on TV.
Your mother called me:
"Child, this boy is looking for you, where are you hiding?".
"Don't let him come back.
Here are his things: his belongings in cardboard boxes where they belong".
I put on Telenieve and watched you...
What a lovely look of desperation on your face.
It's pure pleasure, pure torture...
Not one iota of balance.
(In white)
Tie me up... please.
Tie me up until it hurts, until my circulation is cut off.
Make it look like you don't want me anymore,
Or that you're dying for me.
Or that... for me... you're dying.