Текст и перевод песни Bely Basarte - De Haber Sido En Madrid

De Haber Sido En Madrid

Sorbo frente al molino,
Dices que qué hora es,
No esperaba visita,
Pero contesté.
Cuentas en tu relato
A qué sabe mi piel
Cuando se me eriza al ver las luces desde Eiffel.
Quizá estábamos pasándonos por alto que ninguno de los dos habla francés
Quizá no escribas tanto,
Quizá un día nos mudamos
Y aun así no aprenda cómo te gusta el café
Y sé, no creo, no, yo sé,
Que esta no es mi historia junto a ti,
Quizá, hubiera funcionado de haber sido en Madrid.
Cuentas cuentos de hadas,
No crees en el azar
Juras que estábamos escritos,
No sé qué pensar
De historias exquisitas
Quiero desconfiar
Aunque llevo el caos muy adentro
Sé que va a aflorar.
Quizá estábamos pasándonos por alto que ninguno de los dos habla francés
Quizá no escribas tanto,
Quizá un día nos mudamos
Y aun así no aprenda cómo te gusta el café
Y sé, no creo, no, yo sé,
Que esta no es mi historia junto a ti,
Quizá hubiera funcionado de haber sido en Madrid.
Y quizá me está costando demasiado olvidarme de algo que nunca existió
Y quizá no era tan complicado inventarme que sí que tenía reloj.
Quizá estábamos pasándonos por alto que ninguno de los dos habla francés
Quizá no escribas tanto, quizá un día nos mudamos
Y aun así no aprenda cómo te gusta el café
Y sé, no creo, no, yo sé,
Que esta no es mi historia junto a ti,
Quizá hubiera funcionado de haber sido en Madrid.

If We Were in Madrid

Sipping in front of the mill,
You ask what time it is,
I wasn't expecting company,
But I answered.
You recount in your story
What my skin tastes like
When I get goosebumps watching the lights from the Eiffel Tower.
Perhaps we were overlooking that neither of us speaks French
Perhaps you don't write much,
Perhaps one day we will move
And I still won't learn how you like your coffee
And I know, I don't think, no, I know,
That this is not my story with you,
Perhaps it would have worked if we were in Madrid.
You tell fairy tales,
You don't believe in luck
You swear we were written,
I don't know what to think
Of exquisite stories
I want to distrust
Even though I carry chaos deep inside me
I know it will come to the surface.
Perhaps we were overlooking that neither of us speaks French
Perhaps you don't write much,
Perhaps one day we will move
And I still won't learn how you like your coffee
And I know, I don't think, no, I know,
That this is not my story with you,
Perhaps it would have worked if we were in Madrid.
And perhaps I'm having too hard a time forgetting something that never existed
And perhaps it wasn't so hard to imagine that I did have a watch.
Perhaps we were overlooking that neither of us speaks French
Perhaps you don't write much, perhaps one day we will move
And I still won't learn how you like your coffee
And I know, I don't think, no, I know,
That this is not my story with you,
Perhaps it would have worked if we were in Madrid.