Текст и перевод песни Javier Krahe - Puzle

Puzle

Cada vez que lo sacas
A relucir
Tanto da de frente, de espaldas
O de perfil, tanto da
Ese cuerpo redicho
Me mata a mí,
Y si lo tapas
Qué racanería, qué difícil todo,
Cuán corto el placer
Y si lo tapas
Esa media sonrisa
También me mata.
Para hacerte la corte
De los milagros
Tanto da si ciertos o falsos
O de perfil, tanto da
Guardo as agonías
En mi teatro
Y en cuanto vengas
Qué categoría, qué fácil es todo,
Qué eterno el placer
Y en cuanto vengas
Muertes, resurrecciones
Saldrán a escena.
Esa piel, ese pelo,
Esos contornos...
Tanto da de frente, de espaldas
O de perfil, tanto da
Ante tal melodía
Caeré redondo
Y, al ser tan frágil, qué racanería
Qué difícil todo,
Cuán corto el placer
Y, al ser tan frágil,
Que me rompa en pedazos
Es lo más fácil.
Pero tú haces un puzzle
Con mis añicos
Tanto da si ciertos o falsos
O de perfil, tanto da
Que tampoco son tantos
Y despacito
Me recompones
Qué categoría, qué fácil es todo,
Qué eterno el placer
Me recompones
Con saliva y con besos
Y ole que ole.
Es el tiempo en tus manos
Tiempo abolido
Tanto da si es cierto, si es falso
O es de perfil, tanto da
Y al contemplar de nuevo
Lo nunca visto
Que es lo de siempre
Qué categoría, qué fácil es todo,
Qué eterno el placer
Que es lo de siempre
Me palpitan canciones
De vida y muerte.
Ese cuerpo encantado
De su presencia
Tanto da de frente, de espaldas
O de perfil, tanto da
De triunfo en triunfo
Qué bien se expresa:
"Dame tu alma
Lo breve es eterno, fácil lo difícil
La magia es un don
Dame tu alma
Y húndete en el misterio",
Son sus palabras.

Puzzle

Every time you take it out
To shine
It doesn't matter if it's from the front, from the back
Or from the side, it doesn't matter
That affected body
Kills me
And if you cover it up
What stinginess, how difficult everything is,
How short the pleasure
And if you cover it up
That half smile
Also kills me.
To woo you
With miracles
No matter if they are true or false
Or in profile, it doesn't matter
I keep the agonies
In my theater
And as soon as you come
What class, how easy everything is,
How eternal the pleasure
And as soon as you come
Deaths, resurrections
Will come to the scene.
That skin, that hair,
Those contours...
It doesn't matter if it's from the front, from the back
Or from the side, it doesn't matter
Faced with such a melody
I'll fall flat
And, being so fragile, what stinginess
How difficult everything is,
How short the pleasure
And, being so fragile,
To break me into pieces
Is the easiest thing.
But you make a puzzle
With my pieces
No matter if they are true or false
Or in profile, it doesn't matter
That neither are so many
And slowly
You recompose me
What class, how easy everything is,
How eternal the pleasure
You recompose me
With saliva and with kisses
And bravo.
It's time in your hands
Time abolished
No matter if it's true, if it's false
Or it's in profile, it doesn't matter
And when contemplating again
What has never been seen
Which is the same old thing
What class, how easy everything is,
How eternal the pleasure
Which is the same old thing
Songs of life and death
Palpitate me.
That enchanted body
Of his presence
It doesn't matter if it's from the front, from the back
Or from the side, it doesn't matter
From triumph to triumph
How well he expresses himself:
"Give me your soul
The brief is eternal, the difficult is easy
Magic is a gift
Give me your soul
And sink into mystery",
Are his words.