Paroles et traduction Sharif - Apolo y Dafne

Apolo y Dafne

Mira, mira, mira
Eh, mira, eh
Quiero brindar por el amor, ¿vale?
A veces es remedio, y otras, enfermedad
No, pues, pues deja que te diga que este tequila te quitará la sed
Que aliviará el dolor y, en fin
Yo te escucharé como un amigo

Ella era una experta (¿Sí?), yo solo un novato (¡Ya!)
Ella reserva, yo licor barato
Ella con dinero, yo ni pa' tabaco
Ella con tacón, yo con barro en los zapatos
Ella era la raza, la figura, el pedigrí
El puro vértigo del frenesí, sí
Ella era el deseo con vestido carmesí

Mira, yo no era Brad Pitt
Pero nunca me rendí ante lo adverso
Y sí, yo era el verso
Y ella la perversa seductora
Que devora con su boca el universo
(¿Cómo dices, una de esas Cleopatras?)
Yo todo lo contrario de la voz de Frank Sinatra

Ella, estaba divorciada de Cupido
Yo había prometido no enamorarme jamás (¿No?)
Verás, ella tenía miedo a equivocarse
Mientras yo solo quería equivocarme una vez más
Ella era la duda, las alas rotas del amor
Yo la gota de sudor por su piel desnuda
Ella buscaba un cuerpo para huir del frío
Yo buscaba un cuerpo para huir del mío
Ella no creía en finales felices (¿No?)
Yo colecciono cicatrices
Ella era la trampa del destino
Que hace del poeta un asesino

Oh... malditas, benditas mujeres
Macho, tú te piensas que marcas tu camino
Pero, nada, en realidad son ellas, macho
Que sí, que son ellas las que dibujan el mapa

Ella era el mar, yo el navegante incauto
(Si ya te lo había dicho)
Yo la fiebre del amante exhausto
Ella metal y yo impulsivo
Ella el puñal, yo el corazón del fugitivo, digo
Que ella era Julieta, la noche, el perfume
La cruel saeta del tiempo que se consume

Yo era un poeta que marcaba mariposas
Amante del hachís y de las curvas peligrosas
Ella era la nieve en el desierto
La breve brisa leve del amor que nunca es cierto
(Entonces es que... la quieres)
Solo sé que busco el cielo en la boca de las mujeres

Ella era la prisa, yo el indeciso
Corazón insumiso que improvisa
Ella era una diosa expulsada del paraíso
Yo era la tristeza disfrazada de sonrisa
Y ella era la brisa, el palacio
El beso que mata despacio
La luna, el presagio
Que empuja el barco hacia el naufragio
Ella era Dafne huyendo de su Apolo

Yo aquella noche tuve miedo a dormir solo
Y en resumen
Ella no creía en finales felices
Yo colecciono cicatrices
Ella era dulce y cariñosa
Lo mismo que una mantis religiosa

No me digas más
Los que hemos llorado por amor
Sabemos perfectamente de lo que hablas
Son esas mujeres que, cada vez que te tocan
Te dejan hundido

Yo quería ser chamán en mi tribu
Dibujando con la suela nueva de mis Reebok
Poner patas arriba mi caos
Que me sude la polla todo como a Natos y Waor
Yo quería, bailar con la más guapa del garito
El verso maldito del Morgan y del Vito
Quería, encerrar en una frase el infinito
Con la puntería de mi argentino favorito

Apollo and Daphne

Look, look, look
Eh, look, eh
I want to make a toast to love, okay?
Sometimes it's the cure, and other times, the disease
No, well, let me tell you that this tequila will quench your thirst
It will ease the pain, and well
I'll listen to you like a friend

She was an expert (Right?), I was just a rookie (Yeah!)
She had reservations, I had cheap liquor
She had money, I couldn't even afford tobacco
She wore heels, I had mud on my shoes
She was class, the figure, the pedigree
The pure vertigo of frenzy, yes
She was desire in a crimson dress

Look, I wasn't Brad Pitt
But I never gave up in the face of adversity
And yes, I was the verse
And she was the perverse seductress
Who devours the universe with her mouth
(What do you mean, one of those Cleopatras?)
I was the opposite of Frank Sinatra's voice

She was divorced from Cupid
I had promised never to fall in love (No?)
You see, she was afraid of making a mistake
While I just wanted to make a mistake one more time
She was doubt, the broken wings of love
I was the drop of sweat on her naked skin
She was looking for a body to escape the cold
I was looking for a body to escape mine
She didn't believe in happy endings (No?)
I collect scars
She was the trap of fate
That turns a poet into a murderer

Oh... damned, blessed women
Man, you think you set your own path
But, no, in reality it's them, man
Yes, they are the ones who draw the map

She was the sea, I was the unwary sailor
(I already told you)
I was the fever of the exhausted lover
She was metal and I was impulsive
She was the dagger, I was the heart of the fugitive, I mean
She was Juliet, the night, the perfume
The cruel arrow of time that consumes itself

I was a poet who tagged butterflies
Lover of hashish and dangerous curves
She was the snow in the desert
The brief, light breeze of love that is never true
(So... you love her)
I only know that I look for heaven in the mouths of women

She was the rush, I was the indecisive one
Insubordinate heart that improvises
She was a goddess expelled from paradise
I was sadness disguised as a smile
And she was the breeze, the palace
The kiss that kills slowly
The moon, the omen
That pushes the ship towards the shipwreck
She was Daphne fleeing from her Apollo

That night I was afraid to sleep alone
And to sum it up
She didn't believe in happy endings
I collect scars
She was sweet and affectionate
Just like a praying mantis

Don't tell me more
Those of us who have cried for love
We know perfectly well what you are talking about
They are those women that every time they touch you
They leave you sunk

I wanted to be a shaman in my tribe
Drawing with the new sole of my Reeboks
Turn my chaos upside down
Not giving a damn about anything like Natos y Waor
I wanted to, dance with the prettiest girl in the club
The cursed verse of Morgan and Vito
I wanted to, enclose infinity in a phrase
With the aim of my favorite Argentinian