Текст и перевод песни Curricé - No Pide Tanto, Idiota

No Pide Tanto, Idiota

No sé cuantas veces lo habremos hablado
Voy estando algo cansando, de tener que repetir.
De encontrar motivos para que comprendas
Sin que suene a reprimenda, que estoy sucedió por ti.
Sin dudarlo ni un momento me aseguras
Que no existe causa alguna para que se enfade así.
Dices que ya nunca tienes suficiente
Que es muy poco independiente, que no te deja vivir.
Pero luego te ahogas en vasos de agua.

Tú no lo entiendes
Que ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón.

No pide tanto, idiota.
No pide tanto, idiota.

Ni quieres querer, ni quieres que te quiera
Ella nunca es la primera, háblale con claridad.
Con el alma justo encima de la mesa
Evitando las promesas que jamás se cumplirán.
Es la historia de quién nunca se arrepiente
Porque siempre se convence de que no puede cambiar.
Es la crónica de un ciego y su mentira
Que mil veces repetidas, se convertirá en verdad.
Para luego ahogarte en tu vaso de agua.

Tú no lo entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón.
No pide tanto, idiota.

Tú no lo entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón.
No pide tanto, idiota.
No pide tanto, idiota.
No pide tanto, idiota.
No pide tanto, no pide tanto, no, no, no.
No pide tanto, idiota.

Tú no la entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón
No pide tanto, idiota.

Tú no lo entiendes
Ella quiere que le escribas su canción
Que la escuches, que le prestes atención
Que la invites a tocar tu corazón
No pide tanto, idiota.

She Doesn't Ask For Much, You Idiot

I don't know how many times we've talked about this
I'm getting a bit tired, of having to repeat.
Of finding reasons for you to understand
Without it sounding like a scolding, that this is happening because of you.
Without hesitation, you assure me
That there is no reason for you to be angry.
You say that you never have enough
That you're very independent, that you don't let her live.
But then you drown in glasses of water.

You don't understand
She wants you to write her a song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart.

She doesn't ask for much, idiot.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.

You don't want to love, nor do you want her to love you
She's never first, talk to her clearly.
With your soul right on the table
Avoiding the promises that will never be fulfilled.
It's the story of someone who never regrets
Because he always convinces himself that he can't change.
It's the chronicle of a blind man and his lie
That repeated a thousand times, will become the truth.
And then you'll drown in your glass of water.

You don't understand
She wants you to write her a song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.

You don't understand
She wants you to write her a song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.
She doesn't ask for much, no, no, no.
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.

You don't understand her
She wants you to write her a song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.

You don't understand
She wants you to write her a song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for much, idiot.