Paroles et traduction Rafa Pons - Hotel y Domicilio

Hotel y Domicilio

Quise apostar por ti y me quedé sin suelto.
Le pedí cambio a tu marido y se cagó en mis muertos.
Salieron tres avances y un joker azul
Maldita tragaperras, es igual que tú.
De una mala jugada te deshiciste de él,
Poniendo a doble o nada las llaves de un hotel.
Colgaste un "No Molesten" y me eché a reír.
Mientras te desnudabas acerté a decir que.

Si me ves, di que no me conoces.
Esta noche haremos desaparecer
La habitación 512.
Buscaré mi suerte entre tus sábanas;
A ver qué cartas nos reparte la piel.
Yo lo siento, pero tengo alma de crupier.

En el recibidor, hay putas y orientales,
Y por el ascensor suena Quique González.
Me traigo un par de birras, no queda champán.
Matemos el glamour, pidiendo tres croissants.
Un beso sin pasión marca tu despedida;
A mí me quedará el sabor al humo y tu saliva.
Suena un timbre y me despierta la resaca.
Una voz dice "Tu tarjeta está anulada". Tú tranquila, niña.

Si me ves...

Siempre acabo triste y solo amaneciendo.
Ni me quejo ni me alegro, eso es lo que tengo:
Mi bandera, el fracaso, mi patria, un casino.
Quedan fichas y algún Almax, a ver si me animo.
Ven, Fortuna, ven, ven, ven. Pero recuerda que...

Si me ves...

Hotel and Domicile

I decided to bet on you and ended up broke.
I asked your husband for change, and he told me to go to hell.
Three advances and a blue joker came out,
Cursed slot machine, you're just like her.
You got rid of him with a bad play,
Staking room keys in a double or nothing game.
You hung up a "Do Not Disturb" sign, and I laughed.
As you undressed, I managed to say that.

If you see me, say you don't know me.
Tonight, we're gonna make,
Room 512 disappear.
I'll look for my luck between your sheets;
Let's see what cards our skin deals.
I'm sorry, but I've got the soul of a croupier.

There are hookers and Orientals in the lobby,
And Quique González's music plays in the elevator.
I brought us a couple of beers, there's no champagne left.
Let's kill the glamour and order three croissants.
A passionless kiss marks your farewell;
I'll be left with the taste of smoke and your saliva.
A bell rings, and I wake up with a hangover.
A voice says, "Your card has been canceled." Relax, baby.

If you see me...

I always end up sad and alone when I wake up.
I don't complain or rejoice, that's what I have:
My flag is failure; my homeland, a casino.
There are some chips and some Almax left, maybe it'll cheer me up.
Come on, Fortune, come on, come on. But remember that...

If you see me...