Текст и перевод песни Eugenia León - A Nadie

A Nadie

¡Qué cosa es el amor!
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido, ni ha querido, ni ha podido
Por eso, no estás conmigo

Porque no nos conocemos y tampoco nos queremos
Porque nunca te he mirado ni despiertas a mi lado
Porque no sé si te gustan, como a mí, las milanesas
Porque no sé dónde vives, ni con qué las aderezas
Porque puede que te falte entusiasmo antagonista
Porque puede que te sobre moralina y seas panista

¡Qué cosa es el amor!
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido, ni ha querido, ni ha podido
Por eso, no estás conmigo

Porque no nos conocimos y en el tiempo que perdimos
Cada quien vivió su parte, pero cada quien aparte
Porque no puede apagarse lo que nunca se ha encendido
Porque no puede ser sano lo que nunca se ha podrido

Porque nunca entenderías mis cansancios, mis manías
Porque a ti te dio lo mismo que cayera en el abismo
Este amor que despreciaste porque nunca me buscaste
Donde yo no hubiera estado, ni me hubiera enamorado

¡Qué cosa es el amor!
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido, ni ha querido, ni ha podido
Por eso, no estás conmigo
Por eso, no estoy contigo

To No One

What a thing love is!
A half-relative of pain
That you and I didn't have
That hasn't known, nor wanted, nor been able to
That's why you're not with me

Because we don't know each other and we don't love each other either
Because I've never looked at you nor do you wake up by my side
Because I don't know if you like, like me, the milanesas
Because I don't know where you live, nor with what you dress them
Because you may lack antagonistic enthusiasm
Because you may have too much moralism and be a panista

What a thing love is!
A half-relative of pain
That you and I didn't have
That hasn't known, nor wanted, nor been able to
That's why you're not with me

Because we didn't know each other and in the time we wasted
Each one lived their part, but each one apart
Because what has never been lit cannot be extinguished
Because what has never been rotten cannot be healthy

Because you would never understand my tiredness, my manias
Because you didn't care if I fell into the abyss
This love that you despised because you never looked for me
Where I hadn't been, nor had I fallen in love

What a thing love is!
A half-relative of pain
That you and I didn't have
That hasn't known, nor wanted, nor been able to
That's why you're not with me
That's why I'm not with you