Текст и перевод песни Ivan Noble - Pistolas al Amanecer

Pistolas al Amanecer

Mi soledad madruga a veces
Se levanta antes que yo,
Y me deja el desayuno en la cama
De su lado del colchón.

Acomoda los recuerdos,
Junta leña si es abril.
Si su prima la tristeza me visita,
Jura que reza por mí.

Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.

Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.

Mi soledad usa tacos altos,
No se si estoy a su altura.
Hago planes abrazado a su cintura
Que es consuelo y es estrago.

Mi mascota cuando llueve,
Camarada en el alcohol,
Se hace un picnic con mis lágrimas flaquitas
Mientras me seca el sudor.

Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.

Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.

Y a la hora de los bifes,
Cuando apura el porvenir,
Le pregunto si me va a cuidar de viejo
Y no sabe que decir.

Pero algunas noches verdugas
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer.

Algunas noches me canso,
La reto a duelo sin fe,
Los dos elegimos padrinos
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas al amanecer
Y pistolas, al amanecer.

Pistols at Dawn

My solitude often gets up early
It gets up before me,
And leaves me breakfast in bed
On your side of the mattress.

It arranges the memories,
Gathers firewood if it is April.
If his cousin, sadness, visits me,
He swears he prays for me.

But on some hangman nights
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn.

Some nights I get tired,
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn.

My solitude wears high heels,
I don't know if I'm up to his level.
I make plans hugging his waist
Which is both comforting and damaging.

My pet when it rains,
My comrade in alcohol,
He has a picnic with my weak tears
While he dries my sweat.

But on some hangman nights
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn.

Some nights I get tired,
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn.

And when it's time for the steaks,
When he rushes the future,
I ask him if he'll take care of me in my old age
And he doesn't know what to say.

But on some hangman nights
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn.

Some nights I get tired,
I challenge him to a duel without faith,
We both choose seconds
And pistols at dawn
And pistols at dawn
And pistols at dawn.