Paroles et traduction Víctor Manuel - La Guerra de las Rosas (A Guerra das Rosas)

La Guerra de las Rosas (A Guerra das Rosas)

Partiste sin decir adiós ni nada
Fingiste que la culpa toda mía.
Dijiste que mi vida era extraviada
Te grité por la escalera que porqué no te morías...

Volviste y ni disculpas me pediste
Preguntaste que por qué estaba llorando.
Me volví cuando vi que sonreíste
Dije que estaba muy triste
Porque habías regresado.

Rabiosa me vaciaste aquel armario,
Te ensañaste con mi disco preferido.
Furioso fui rasgando tu diario,
Arrojé tu bolso al patio,
Vomité algunos vestidos.

Quemaste mi comida favorita,
Dejaste que el champán se calentase.
Y cuando cociné tu periquito
Comencé a cantar muy fuerte
Para no escuchar tus gritos.

¡Que no!

Fumabas y no soportaba el humo,
Insistías que fumase algún cigarro.
Y cuando me ofreciste tu mechero,
Tiré al patio el cenicero,
Junto a las llaves del carro.

Te sentabas ante aquel televisor
Esos días en que España competía.
Siempre ibas contra nuestra selección,
Cambias siempre de canal,
Si hay película de acción.

Tú querías que te acompañase al bar
Sólo entrabas cuando iba yo contigo.
Mirarte resultaba insoportable
No parabas de bailar,
Con nuestro mejor amigo.

Reías porque no quería beber,
Te enfadabas al verme tan borracho.
Si me iba por ahí, sin avisar
Nunca llegaré a saber,
Si te quedabas en casa.

¡Que no!

Le diste al portero ropa mía,
Yo le di a la portera tu can can.
Regalé nuestro anillo a una vecina,
Tanto aprecio le tenía
Que no lo quería guardar.

Escribiste esa novela de amor,
Sabiendo que yo odiaba aquella historia.
Tenías que mandarla al editor
Me metí en tu ordenador
Y borre aquella memoria.

Si cocinabas yo cenaba siempre fuera.
Me jurabas que las pagaría todas.
Hoy por las calles vas contando a todas horas
Que cuando quedaste sola
Te encontrabas en la gloria.

Después de aquellos años infernales,
Los dos éramos casos anormales.
Aquello parecía demasiado
Y juré que nunca más,
Cada uno por su lado...

En penumbra me susurras que no valgo.
Yo te juro que te espera lo mejor.
Si callas soy capaz de darte un beso,
Mañana hablamos de esto:
¡Buenas noches, mi amor!

The War of the Roses (A Guerra das Rosas)

You left without saying goodbye or anything.
You pretended that it was all my fault.
You said my life was on the wrong track.
I yelled out the stairs that you should go and die...

You came back and didn't even apologize.
You asked why I was crying.
I turned around when I saw you smile.
I said I was very sad
Because you had come back.

You furiously emptied that closet,
You attacked my favorite record.
I angrily tore up your diary,
I threw your purse into the yard,
I vomited on some of your dresses.

You burned my favorite food,
You let the champagne get warm.
And when I cooked your parakeet
I started to sing very loudly
So I wouldn't hear you scream.

No!

You smoked and I couldn't stand the smell,
You insisted that I smoke a cigarette.
And when you offered me your lighter,
I threw the ashtray into the yard,
Along with the car keys.

You would sit in front of that TV
Those days when Spain was competing.
You always rooted against our team,
You would always change the channel,
If there was an action movie on.

You wanted me to go to the bar with you,
You would only go in when I was with you.
Watching you was unbearable,
You wouldn't stop dancing,
With our best friend.

You laughed because I didn't want to drink,
You got angry when you saw me so drunk.
If I went out without telling you,
I'll never know
If you stayed home.

No!

You gave the doorman some of my clothes,
I gave the cleaning lady your can can.
I gave our ring to a neighbor,
I loved her so much
That I didn't want to keep it.

You wrote that romance novel,
Knowing that I hated that story.
You were going to send it to the publisher,
I got on your computer
And deleted that file.

If you cooked, I always ate out.
You swore you would pay for everything.
Now you go around telling everyone
That when you were left alone,
You were living in paradise.

After those years of hell,
We were both abnormal cases.
It seemed like too much
And I swore that never again,
We would each go our own way...

You whisper in the darkness that I'm worthless.
I swear that the best is yet to come for you.
If you keep quiet, I'm capable of giving you a kiss.
We'll talk about this tomorrow:
Good night, my love!