Paroles et traduction SAAVEDRA - No Eres Tú, Soy Yo

No Eres Tú, Soy Yo

Hoy te he visto pasar
Delante de mí, como si nada
Es tan frío tu andar, tu esquivo mirar
Como tu alma
Duele menos que ayer
Tu amor con desdén, con maña
Sin embargo aquí estoy
Esperando ser yo
Quien te calme las ganas
No eres tú, soy yo
Por hacerlo un drama
Si es un mal negocio
No es cuestión de ocio
Meterte en mi cama
No eres tú, soy yo
Masoquismo perverso
De sufrir en silencio
Y odiarte porque no me llamas

Ese instinto animal
Me sienta fatal, me enreda
Si te veo es peor
Porque algo de ti me gobierna
Duele más tu fingir
Tu pose infeliz, tu indiferencia
Sin embargo aquí estoy
Esperando nadar
En el mar de tus piernas
No eres tú, soy yo
Por hacerlo un drama
Si es un mal negocio
No es cuestión de ocio
Meterte en mi cama
No eres tú, soy yo
Masoquismo perverso
De sufrir en silencio
Y odiarte porque no me llamas
No eres tú, soy yo
Por odiar la trama
De nuestra novela
Que ni te desvela, ni te da la gana
No eres tú, soy yo
No te culpo de nada
Pero puedes dejar de mirarme
Como tu hermana

It's Not You, It's Me

Today I saw you pass
In front of me, as if nothing happened
Your walk is so cold, your elusive gaze
Like your soul
It hurts less than yesterday
Your love with disdain, with cunning
However, here I am
Waiting to be the one
Who calms your desires
It's not you, it's me
For making it a drama
If it's a bad deal
It's not a matter of leisure
To get into my bed
It's not you, it's me
Perverse masochism
Of suffering in silence
And hating you because you don't call me

That animal instinct
Makes me feel terrible, it entangles me
If I see you it's worse
Because something of you governs me
It hurts more your pretending
Your unhappy pose, your indifference
Nevertheless, here I am
Waiting to swim
In the sea of your legs
It's not you, it's me
For making it a drama
If it's a bad deal
It's not a matter of leisure
To get into my bed
It's not you, it's me
Perverse masochism
Of suffering in silence
And hating you because you don't call me
It's not you, it's me
For hating the plot
Of our novel
That neither keeps you awake nor pleases you
It's not you, it's me
I don't blame you for anything
But stop looking at me
Like I'm your sister