Текст и перевод песни Fernando Delgadillo - Un Poco Mayor

Un Poco Mayor

Me encaminé por la escalera
Que sube hasta mi habitación
Y recordé que era la primera vez
Que ponía un pie en mi cuarto
Desde la ultima ocasión
Hallé mis libros favoritos
Mi pequeña decoración
Mis discos, mi ropa doblada
Y mis efectos personales
Cada cual en su cajón
Y hallé mi almohada preferida
Y un gran silencio alrededor
Ahí en mi cuarto en mi guarida
Pero ya no sentí calor
Todo me hablaba de un muchacho que se fue
Porque un día se hizo mayor

Hallé en un librero una carta mi nombre
Con las iniciales de BML
La tercera parte de un par anterior
Que mandaba una amiga a la casa
Y que me dicen tanto, y me dicen más
Que todo lo que me contara mi cuarto jamás
Y en ella me dice que escucha mis cintas
Que las oye a diario y que las oye bien
Que apunta las letras y que se imagina
Que es ella a quien vine a cantar esta vez

Me hubiera gustado saberme su nombre
Para agradecer lo que piensa de mí
Sabiendo que a veces me estaba escuchando
De pronto deje de añorar lo que fui
Y cuenta que le hago sentir diferente
Que se ha detenido en mi respiración
Que cree que es muy joven para presentarse
Por eso no pide mi contestación

Me hubiera gustado saberme su nombre
Para irlo cantando con esta canción
Para recordarlo cuando cae la noche
Para ahora que empiezo a dudar lo que soy
Me hubiera gustado saberme su nombre
Para una balada nocturna a las diez
Para escuchar depurando con los tonos que me dé
Y decirle que no importa tanto ser muy joven si tal vez
Puedes alguien decir cosas que le harán sentirse bien
Me hubiera gustado saberme su nombre
Y tener con ella una conversación
Me hubiera gustado guardarle sus cartas
Pero preferí guardarle una canción

A Little Older

I headed up the stairs
That lead to my room
And I remembered that it was the first time
That I had set foot in my room
Since the last time
I found my favourite books
My small decorations
My records, my folded clothes
And my personal belongings
Each one in its own drawer
And I found my favourite pillow
And a great silence all around
There in my room, in my lair
But I didn't feel the warmth anymore
Everything spoke to me of a boy who had left
Because one day he had become a man

I found a letter in a bookcase with my name
With the initials BML
The third part of a previous pair
That a friend sent to the house
And that tells me so much, and tells me more
Than anything my room could ever tell me
And in it she tells me that she listens to my tapes
That she listens to them every day and that she listens to them well
That she writes down the lyrics and that she imagines
That she is the one I came to sing to this time

I would have liked to know her name
To thank her for what she thinks of me
Knowing that sometimes she was listening to me
Suddenly I stopped longing for what I was
And she says that I make her feel different
That she has stopped in my breath
That she thinks she is too young to introduce herself
That's why she doesn't ask for my answer

I would have liked to know her name
To sing it with this song
To remember it when night falls
To now that I begin to doubt what I am
I would have liked to know her name
For a nocturnal ballad at ten
To listen to her purify with the tones she gives me
And to tell her that it doesn't matter so much being very young if perhaps
You can say something that makes her feel good
I would have liked to know her name
And to have a conversation with her
I would have liked to keep her letters
But I preferred to keep a song for her