Текст и перевод песни Azucena Maizani - Ya estamos iguales (Remastered)

Ya estamos iguales (Remastered)

Mi noche es tu noche,
Mi llanto tu llanto;
Mi infierno tu infierno.
Nos tuerce en sus nudos
El mismo quebranto
Profundo y eterno.
Es cierto que un día,
Tu boca, la falsa,
De mí se reía;
Pero hoy otra risa más cruel
Y más fría
Se ríe de ti.
Se ríe la vida,
Que cobra a la larga
Las malas andanzas;
Que agranda la herida
Que rompe y amarga,
Que ahoga esperanzas,
Que a ti, que buscabas
La dicha en alturas
Que yo no alcanzaba,
Así arrepentida de aquella
Aventura te tira ante mí.

Mi noche es tu noche, mi llanto tu llanto.
Creíste que habías matado el pasado de un tajo feroz,
Y no estaba muerto, y se alza en su tumba;
Te está señalando, te nombra, te acusa con toda su voz.
Te roba la calma, te cubre de duelo,
Te niega el olvido, te grita en tu horror;
Belleza sin alma, estatua de hielo,
Por treinta dineros vendiste al amor...

Ya estamos iguales.
Ya en ti roncos ecos
Tendrán mis lamentos.
Te clavan el pecho
Los siete puñales
Del remordimiento,
Y sé que quisieras
Con estos despojos
De viejas quimeras
Rehacer el romance
De las primaveras
Que no vuelven más.
Inútil empeño;
Si soy un vencido,
Sin ansias ni sueños
Y tú una grotesca
Pasión trasnochada
De farsa burlesca.
Ya no hay más que sombras,
Aguanta la pena,
Soporta el quebranto
Y lava con llanto
La culpa tremenda.
Si sabes llorar.

Mi noche es tu noche, mi llanto tu llanto.
Creíste que habías matado el pasado de un tajo feroz,
Y no estaba muerto, y se alza en su tumba;
Te está señalando, te nombra, te acusa con toda su voz.
Te roba la calma, te cubre de duelo,
Te niega el olvido, te grita en tu horror;
Belleza sin alma, estatua de hielo,
Por treinta dineros vendiste al amor...

Now We Are Even (Remastered)

My night is your night,
My tears are your tears;
My hell is your hell.
The same sorrow
Twists us in its knots
Deep and eternal.
It's true that once,
Your mouth, the false one,
Laughed at me;
But today another laughter more cruel
And colder
Laughs at you.
Life laughs,
Which eventually charges you
For your misdeeds;
Which widens the wound
That breaks you and embitters you,
Which suffocates your hopes,
Which, you who were seeking
Happiness in heights
That I could not reach,
Thus, repentant of that
Adventure, throws you before me.

My night is your night, my tears are your tears.
You thought you had killed the past with a fierce blow,
But it was not dead, and it rises from its grave;
It's pointing at you, it names you, it accuses you with all its voice.
It steals your calm, it covers you with grief,
It denies you oblivion, it screams in your horror;
Soulless beauty, statue of ice,
For thirty pieces of silver, you sold love...

Now we are even.
Now in you, hoarse echoes
Will have my laments.
They pierce your chest
The seven daggers
Of remorse,
And I know you would like
With these remains
Of old chimeras
To remake the romance
Of the springs
That never come back.
Useless effort;
If I am vanquished,
Without yearnings or dreams
And you a grotesque
Outdated passion
Of burlesque farce.
There are only shadows left,
Put up with the pain,
Bear the sorrow
And wash away with tears
The tremendous guilt,
If you know how to cry.

My night is your night, my tears are your tears.
You thought you had killed the past with a fierce blow,
But it was not dead, and it rises from its grave;
It's pointing at you, it names you, it accuses you with all its voice.
It steals your calm, it covers you with grief,
It denies you oblivion, it screams in your horror;
Soulless beauty, statue of ice,
For thirty pieces of silver, you sold love...