Текст и перевод песни Loquillo - Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres

Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres

Era una criatura detestable
En el plano moral un ser abyecto
Una abominación lovecraftiana
No era tampoco guapa ni atractiva

Ni graciosa ni joven, ni simpática
Era un montón perverso de basura
Pero fuiste tan imbécil que por ella
Dejaste a la que amabas y vendiste

Tu alma en los bazares de la noche
Los bazares de la noche
Tu alma en los bazares de la noche

Era todo tan triste y tan absurdo
No vivías apenas, te colgabas
De la pared de la melancolía
Y veías pasar las lentas horas

Que hacia nada conducen y hacia nunca
Las mujeres te habían retirado su protección
Los dioses su asistencia
Y la literatura su cobijo

Fueron tiempos difíciles aquellos
Fueron tiempos difíciles
Fueron tiempos difíciles aquellos

La olvidé por completo, para siempre
O eso creía entonces, me cruzaba
Con ella por la calle y no era ella
Que se paraba en un escaparate

De ropa deportiva, no era ella
Que compraba el periódico en un quiosco
Y se perdía entre la muchedumbre
Como si hubiera muerto, no era ella

Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres
Todas las mujeres
Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres

Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres
Todas las mujeres
Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres

Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres
Todas las mujeres
Su nombre era el de todas las mujeres

Her name was that of all women

She was a despicable creature
On a moral plain a being abject
An unspeakable abomination
Nor was she beautiful or attractive

Nor funny or young, not even nice
She was a perverse pile of rubbish
But you were so foolish that because of her
You left the one you loved and sold

Your soul in the night markets
The night markets
Your soul in the night markets

It was all so sad and absurd
You hardly lived, you hung
On the wall of melancholy
And watched the slow hours pass

That lead to nothing and to never
Women had withdrawn their protection from you
The gods their assistance
And literature the roof over your head

Those were difficult times
Those were difficult times
Those were difficult times

I forgot her completely, forever
Or so I thought then, I would cross
Paths with her in the street and it wasn't her
Who gazed in a window

Of sportswear, it wasn't her
Who bought a newspaper at a kiosk
And was lost among the crowd
As if she had died, it wasn't her

Her name was that of all women
All women
Her name was that of all women

Her name was that of all women
All women
Her name was that of all women

Her name was that of all women
All women
Her name was that of all women