Текст и перевод песни Jorge Villamizar - El Broche Dorado

El Broche Dorado

Hoy me desayuné con lo que me dejaste
Ese solo beso con sabor a cobardia
Mezcle con el café algún dulce recuerdo
De esos pocos que dejas por que quieres ser limón
¡Tu quieres ser limón!
Y todo el mundo se dió cuenta a nuestro alrededor
Menos tu y yo
Al menos eso quisimos creer
Y te acercaste y me dijiste niño
¿Que estas haciendo aquí?
Y yo respondí también con alguna bobada
Y es que somos dos almas cruzadas
Dos palas cansadas
Dos tristes silencios de sol
Y es que somos dos hojas al viento
Escribiendo su cuento
Volando hacia el mismo lugar
Y es que somos pedazos opuestos
De un broche dorado
Que no quiere cerrar
Tu me tratas asi porque sabes que tengo
Una llavesita con tu nombre en el llavero
No vas a contestar y por eso ni llamo que va
Que te hace pensar que me voy a regalar
Y todo el mundo se da cuenta a nuestro alrededor
Y nos dejan solos como quien quisiera ayudar
Pero no somos capaces de acercarnos y pensar que cuando uno quiere asi duele tarde o temprano
Y es que somos dos almas cruzadas
Dos palas cansadas
Dos tristes silencios de sol
Y es que somos dos hojas al viento
Escribiendo su cuento
Volando hacia el mismo lugar
Y es que somos pedazos opuestos
De un broche dorado
Que no quiere cerrar
Somos dos hojas al viento llevando su cuento hacia el mismo final
Somos dos hojas al viento llevando su cuento hacia el mismo final

The Gilded Clasp

Today I had for breakfast what you left me,
That one kiss with a taste of cowardness;
I mixed it with my coffee, some sweet memory,
Of those few that you leave because you want to be a lemon,
You want to be a lemon!
And everyone around us realized it,
Except you and me,
At least that's what we wanted to believe.
And you approached and said to me, child,
What are you doing here?
And I also answered with some foolishness,
And it's that we are two crossed souls,
Two tired shovels,
Two sad silences of sun.
And it's that we are two leaves in the wind,
Writing their story,
Flying towards the same place.
And it's that we are opposite pieces,
Of a gilded clasp,
That doesn't want to close.
You treat me this way because you know that I have
A little key with your name on the keychain.
You're not going to answer and that's why I don't even call
What makes you think that I'm going to give myself away?
And everyone around us realizes it,
And they leave us alone as if they wanted to help,
But we are not able to approach each other and think that when one wants like this, it hurts sooner or later.
And it's that we are two crossed souls,
Two tired shovels,
Two sad silences of sun.
And it's that we are two leaves in the wind,
Writing their story,
Flying towards the same place.
And it's that we are opposite pieces,
Of a gilded clasp,
That doesn't want to close.
We are two leaves in the wind taking their story to the same end.
We are two leaves in the wind taking their story to the same end.