Текст и перевод песни Atupa - De Burjassot a tu (Amb Borja Penalba)

De Burjassot a tu (Amb Borja Penalba)

De Burjassot a tu comença amb rises en un bar.
Ens haurien connectat, tu m'hauries convidat
Perquè no sol dur diners i no m'hauria semblat be.
I t'hagués donat les gràcies per vindre al concert.

Desprès passegem fins a una antiga catedral
On ja fa molts anys, si hagueren vist què féiem,
Ens haurien manat cremar. A les portes del cel
Passaria lent el temps i ens haurien oblidat

Els nostres respectius amics de tan tard que es podria fer.
No haguérem tornat si no fora per aquell taxista estranger.
"Deuríem aprofitar", diria amb por de l'ultim bes
Sense importar-me que aquell home s'adonés del que hauríem fet.

En la nit descobriríem paradisos privats.
Els meus dits agrairien la roba que t'hauries posat.
Els teus llavis em dirien el seu desig sense parlar.
I el taxímetre seria l'única prova, de què el temps no s'hauria aturat.

Arribaríem tard, tu tornaries a pagar
I jo et preguntaria com t'ho podria tornar.
Respondries que dormint al teu llit eixa nit
I abans que me n'adonara lluitaries damunt de mi.

Les meves pupil•les s'obririen lentament
Fins vore una àrea de dona sobre un espai fluorescent
Que t'hauria protegit en les teves nits d'infància
I després conversaríem sobre la nit, finalment,

Em preguntaries com hagués sigut perfecta
I sols podria contar-te-la tal com havia passat.
Passant-la a condicional, sense afegir-ne cap detall
I amb música, el llenguatge mes perfecte que n'hi ha.

Descobrírem que estes coses duren una nit.
Que només l'atzar o el pas del tems ens tornarà a unir.
Però el record ens acompanya on vages i on estiga jo
I potser que l'univers torne a deixar-nos assaborir la perfecció

From Burjassot to You (With Borja Penalba)

From Burjassot to you it started with laughter in a bar.
We would have connected, you would have invited me
Because you usually don't carry money and it wouldn't have seemed right to me.
And I would have thanked you for coming to the concert.

Afterwards we'd walk to an old cathedral
Where many years ago, if they had seen what we were doing,
They would have had us burned. At the gates of heaven
Time would have passed slowly and they would have forgotten us

Our respective friends would be so late.
We wouldn't have gone back if it weren't for that foreign taxi driver.
"We should take advantage of it," I would say with fear of the last kiss
Not caring if that man realized what we would have done.

In the night we would discover private paradises.
My fingers would be grateful for the clothes you would have put on.
Your lips would tell me their desire without speaking.
And the taximeter would be the only proof that time would not have stopped.

We would arrive late, you would pay again
And I would ask you how I could repay you.
You would answer by sleeping in your bed that night
And before I knew it you would be fighting on top of me.

My pupils would open slowly
Until I saw an area of a woman on a fluorescent space
That would have protected you in your childhood nights
And then we would talk about the night, finally,

You would ask me how it would have been perfect
And I could only tell you about it as it had happened.
Putting it in the conditional, without adding any details
And with music, the most perfect language there is.

We would discover that these things last one night.
That only chance or the passing of time will bring us together again.
But the memory accompanies us wherever you go and wherever I am
And perhaps the universe will once again let us savor perfection