No Me Escribas - Julio Jaramillo перевод на английский

No Me Escribas

No me escribas, yo prefiero no tener noticias tuyas
Tengo miedo, mucho miedo, que tus cartas me hagan mal
Que me digan, algún día, que de mí te has olvidado
Que tus besos y caricias pertenecen a un rival

No sabés lo que he sufrido desde el día que te fuiste
Cuando vi que ya no estabas y que solo me encontré
Tuve rabia, tuve pena, no sé lo que hubiera hecho
Y esa noche de tristeza y de dolor me emborraché

Desde entonces he intentado deshacerme de tus recuerdos
Arrancarte de mi pecho, matar esta decepción
Pero inútil, trataba por olvidarte
Y como trampa te clavabas en mi pobre corazón

He llenado las paredes del cuarto con tus retratos
Y tus cartas, las primeras que empezabas a mandar
Todavía las conservo, porque en ellas me decías
Que jamás de mi cariño tú te habrías de olvidar

No me escribas, yo prefiero no tener noticias tuyas
Tengo miedo, mucho miedo, que tus cartas me hagan mal
Que me digan, algún día, que de mí te has olvidado
Que tus besos y caricias pertenecen a un rival

Ayer tarde, en los momentos que más triste me encontraba
Añorando tus recuerdos una carta recibí
Cuando vi que era tu letra tuve miedo de leerla
Y tembloroso, sin haber abierto el sobre, la rompí

Don't Write to Me

Don't write to me, I'd rather not have news from you
I'm scared, very scared, that your letters might hurt me
That they might tell me one day that you've forgotten me
That your kisses and caresses belong to a rival

You don't know how much I've suffered since the day you left
When I saw that you were gone and that I was all alone
I was angry, I was sad, I don't know what I would have done
And that night of sadness and pain I got drunk

Since then I've tried to rid myself of your memories
To tear you from my chest, to kill this disappointment
But it's useless, I try to forget you
And like a trap, you dig your way into my poor heart

I've filled the walls of the room with your portraits
And your letters, the first ones you started to send
I still keep them, because in them you told me
That you would never forget my love

Don't write to me, I'd rather not have news from you
I'm scared, very scared, that your letters might hurt me
That they might tell me one day that you've forgotten me
That your kisses and caresses belong to a rival

Yesterday afternoon, in the moments when I was saddest
Missing your memories, I received a letter
When I saw that it was your handwriting, I was afraid to read it
And trembling, without having opened the envelope, I tore it up