Paroles et traduction Pedro Suárez-Vértiz - Historia de amor

Historia de amor

Es difícil contar la vida
No hay como empezar
Pero una huella en el alma
Es un buen punto de partida
Una voz que ya no escuchas
Una voz que ya se fui
Lamento no haberla contactado antes
Fui su gran amigo
Y olvide cuanto era ella para mi
Pero bueno todo salio de la nada
Eramos muy bohemios
A pesar de mi universidad y su bachillerato
Nos divertiamos pensando que todos eran tontos
Y nosotros no
El nuevo es muy intelectual le dije

Recuerdo que consegui la llave
De la tienda de mi padre
Y hay fue su primera vez
A pesar de lo linda que era
Rarísimo yo nunca pense en sexo
O en placer cuando lo hicimos
Luego nos encontramos con amigas suyas
En la calle andabamos en grupos relajadísimos
Alucinados por lo que había pasado
A pesar de todo
Yo nunca le dije para estar
Pense q todo empezo así
Y así debía terminar, no?
Le explique q se destruiría todo si lo hacíamos
Ella no entendio
O quiza yo no entendi
Decidio abandonarme dejarme
Portarse muy mal, horrible
Yo casi me muero

Pero bueno las historias de amor son así
Con dolor y con desorden, lo acepte, no?
La tranquilidad y la estabilidad son el final feliz
De cualquier película, de cualquier libro
Cuando yo estaba a la mitad del cuento
Desubicado y con demasiados desordenes
Decidi cambiar y formalizar mi vida
Por primera vez decir a alguien
No se, osea... oye, quieres estar conmigo...?

Tenía ella una gran amiga
Que alguna vez nos hecho de su casa
Por cosas q no puedo contar
Me acorde quien era
Recuerdo q estaba guapa
En el fondo me gusto esa reacción
Decidi buscarla y conquistarla, asi de simple
Iba a ser difícil
Pero finalmete lo conseguí
Fue un accidente yo jamas pensé
En quebrarle el corazón a la chica
De la q hable al principio

Ella se fue de vez en cuando enviaba
Chocolates a mi hermana y regalos
Cartas a nosotros inclusibe, preguntando por mi
Pero yo siempre quede en silencio

Con mi nueva chica tuve una larga felicidad de tres años
Fue lindo visite europa
Me iba bien en la universidad
Me iba bien con la musica
Era espectacular todo
Me senti encaminado
Sin embargo mi viejo fallecio
Mamá perdio la casa
Y el desorden y confusion regreso
Me enamore de nuevo
Y bueno se acabo de nuevo todo

Con esto descubri que la vida es como un caballo
Un caballo salvaje que uno debe aprender a montar
Llega un momento en que ya, ya no te bota mas
Ahora estoy tranquilo y feliz
Y cogi el telefono hace poco
Queria saber que fue de la chica
De la que hable al principio de este relato
Y ubique al padre
Trabajaba en un banco en paris
Le dije "señor que tal soy pedro... se acuerda de mi,
Que fue de su hija" Como no sabes?
Ella murio

Fue un paro cardiaco en barcelona
Quede consternado una vez mas
Completamente arrancado de mi presente
Nunca me despedi de ella
Nunca supe como le fue despues
Ahora tengo clara la nocion del amor
Y del dolor en un lejano pasado

Esta leccion ya no es para mi digan adios si hay que hacerlo...
Cierren su historia de amor...
Terminen su libro

Love Story

It's hard to tell the story of life,
There's no clear place to start.
But a mark etched on the soul,
That's a good point of departure.
A voice you no longer hear,
A voice that's already gone.
I regret not reaching out sooner,
I was her close friend,
And I forgot how much she meant to me.
But well, it all came out of nowhere,
We were quite bohemian,
Despite my university studies and her high school.
We had fun thinking everyone else was foolish,
And we weren't.
"The new guy is very intellectual," I said.

I remember I got the key
To my father's shop,
And that's where it happened for the first time.
Despite how beautiful she was,
Strangely, I never thought about sex,
Or pleasure when we did it.
Later we met up with her friends,
We walked the streets in relaxed groups,
Mesmerized by what had happened.
Despite everything,
I never asked her to be together.
I thought that's how it all started,
And that's how it should end, right?
I explained that everything would be ruined if we did,
She didn't understand.
Or maybe I didn't understand.
She decided to leave me, to abandon me,
To behave very badly, horribly.
I almost died.

But well, love stories are like that,
With pain and chaos, I accepted it, didn't I?
Tranquility and stability are the happy ending
Of any movie, of any book.
When I was in the middle of the story,
Lost and with too much disorder,
I decided to change and formalize my life,
For the first time, to say to someone,
I don't know, I mean... hey, do you want to be with me...?

She had a great friend
Who once kicked us out of her house
For things I can't talk about.
I remembered who she was,
I remembered she was beautiful.
Deep down, I liked that reaction,
I decided to find her and win her over, simple as that.
It was going to be difficult,
But I finally did it.
It was an accident, I never intended
To break the heart of the girl
I talked about at the beginning.

She left, from time to time she sent
Chocolates to my sister and gifts,
Letters to us, even, asking about me,
But I always remained silent.

With my new girl, I had a long happiness of three years,
It was beautiful, I visited Europe,
I was doing well in university,
I was doing well with music,
Everything was spectacular.
I felt on track.
However, my old man passed away,
Mom lost the house,
And the disorder and confusion returned.
I fell in love again,
And well, everything ended again.

With this, I discovered that life is like a horse,
A wild horse that you must learn to ride.
There comes a time when it just, it doesn't throw you off anymore.
Now I am calm and happy,
And I picked up the phone recently.
I wanted to know what became of the girl
I talked about at the beginning of this story,
And I located her father.
He worked at a bank in Paris.
I said, "Sir, how are you, it's Pedro... do you remember me,
What became of your daughter?" "Don't you know?"
She died.

It was a cardiac arrest in Barcelona.
I was dismayed once again,
Completely ripped from my present.
I never said goodbye to her,
I never knew how she fared afterwards.
Now I have a clear notion of love
And of pain in a distant past.

This lesson is no longer for me, say goodbye if you have to...
Close your love story...
Finish your book.