Paroles et traduction Zahara feat. Rodrigo Cuevas & Agrupación Musical Ubetense - DOLORES (REPUTA)

DOLORES (REPUTA)

Querida mía
No puedo quedarme callada
Que te conozco desde que era niña
Cuando mi abuela cocinaba
Y recordaba tus ojos verdes
Aunque ya no sabía cómo se llamaba
Con la mano en la Biblia digo te lo yo
Tú eras más libre que todos los hombres, insufribles y arrogantes
Capaces de sepultar tu alegría
Diciendo que tu poesía no estaba a la altura que no lo valías
Malquerida y sufridora
Aprendiste que el amor era el que esperaba en casa
El que no preguntaba
El que ofrecía devoción a cambio de puñaladas
El que moría y mataba, mataba de amor
Cómo ibas a decir que tú no eras esa
Que no había en el mundo moneda ni falsa ni verdadera
Que pudiera pagar lo que dabas, que quitara toda tu tristeza
Tú que tenías la voz de las mujeres perdidas
Y a la vez la voz de tu España querida
Cortando el viento a tu paso
Fuiste siempre incomprendida
Como si esa pena
Esa pena fuese la única forma posible de amar

DOLORES (REPUTA)

My dear
I can't stay silent
I've known you since you were a girl
When my grandmother cooked
And remembered your green eyes
Although she didn't know your name anymore
With my hand on the Bible, I tell you
You were freer than all the men, insufferable and arrogant
Capable of burying your joy
Saying your poetry wasn't good enough, that you weren't worthy
Beloved and suffering
You learned that love was the one who waited at home
The one who didn't ask
The one who offered devotion in exchange for stabs
The one who died and killed, killed with love
How could you say you weren't that
That there was no coin in the world, neither false nor true
That could pay for what you gave, that would take away all your sadness
You who had the voice of lost women
And at the same time the voice of your beloved Spain
Cutting the wind in your path
You were always misunderstood
As if that pain
That pain was the only possible way to love