Текст и перевод песни Martín Elizalde - Almacén

Almacén

Mirabas la luna por el balcón,
Tomabas un vino con hielo.
La noche empezaba y pensabas: "Dios,
¿Por qué estoy tan lejos, lejos?"
Yo era otro fantasma en la capital,
Con sueños más chicos que el resto.
Se iba el verano y pensaba: "Dios,
No quiero estar lejos, lejos"

Vos
Y tus besos tan tristes.
Yo
Y mis ganas de irme. Fui
Tu juguete manioso.
Cada mañana jugaba a ser otro.
Vos
Fuiste mía un verano.
Yo
Me aturdí con tus labios.
Hoy
Que ya no hay más profetas, soy, corazón, la mitad de lo que era.

Te encuentro descalza en el almacén,
Bañada en sudor y no sé por qué.
Quisiera arrancarte el vestido y ver
Cómo era estar
Cerca, cerca.

Vos
Y tus besos tan tristes.
Yo
Y mis ganas de irme. Fui
Tu juguete manioso.
Cada mañana jugaba a ser otro.
Vos
Fuiste mía un verano.
Yo
Me aturdí con tus labios.
Hoy
Que ya no hay más profetas, soy, corazón, la mitad de lo que era.

Grocery Store

You were watching the moon from the balcony,
Sipping wine on ice.
The night was just starting and you thought: "God,
Why am I so far, so far away?"
I was just another ghost in the capital,
With smaller dreams than the rest.
Summer was ending and I thought: "God,
I don't want to be far, so far away"

You
And your kisses so sad.
Me
And my desire to leave. I was
Your capricious plaything.
Every morning I pretended to be someone else.
You
Were mine for a summer.
Me
I was intoxicated by your lips.
Today
When there are no more prophets, I am, darling, half of what I used to be.

I find you barefoot in the grocery store,
Bathed in sweat and I don't know why.
I wish I could tear your dress off and see
What it was like to be
Close, close.

You
And your kisses so sad.
Me
And my desire to leave. I was
Your capricious plaything.
Every morning I pretended to be someone else.
You
Were mine for a summer.
Me
I was intoxicated by your lips.
Today
When there are no more prophets, I am, darling, half of what I used to be.