Текст и перевод песни Mina - Nostalgias

Nostalgias

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
para apagar un loco amor
que mas que amor es un sufrir
y aqui vengo para eso
pà borrar antiquos besos
en los besos de otra boca.
Si su amor fue flor de un dia
porque causa es siempre mia
esta cruel preocupacion.
Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar
para olvidar mi obstinacion
y mas la vuelvo a recordar.

Nostalgias de escuchar su risa loca
y sentir junto a mi boca
come un fuego su respiracion,
Angustia de sentirme abandonada
y pensar que otra a su lado,
pronto, pronto le hablara de amor.
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme,
ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
que no puedo mas vivir.
Desde mi triste soledad
vere caer, las rosas muertas
de mi juventud.

Gime bandoneon tu tango gris
quizas a ti te hiera igual
algun amor sentimental
llora mi alma de fantoche
sola y triste en esta noche
noche negra y sin estrellas.
Si las copas traen consuelo
aqui estoy con mis desvelos
para ahogarlos de una vez
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
para despues poder brindar
por los fracasos del amor.

Nostalgias de eschuchar su risa loca
y sentir junto a mi boca
como un fuego su respiracion
angustia de sentirme abandonada
y pensar que otra a su lado, pronto, pronto
le hablara de amor.
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme,
ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
que no puedo mas vivir
desde mi triste soledad
vere caer, las rosas muertas
de mi juventud.

Nostalgias

I want to intoxicate my heart
to extinguish a crazy love
that more than love is suffering
and here I come for that
to erase old kisses
with the kisses of another mouth.
If his love was a one-day flower
why is this cruel preoccupation
always mine?
I want to raise my glass for both of us
to forget my obsession
yet I remember it again.

Nostalgia for hearing his crazy laughter
and feeling next to my mouth
his breath like fire,
Anguish of feeling abandoned
and thinking that another by his side,
soon, soon will speak to him of love.
Sister, I don't want to lower myself,
nor beg him, nor cry to him, nor tell him
that I can't live anymore.
From my sad solitude
I will watch the dead roses fall,
the roses of my youth.

Moan, bandoneon, your gray tango
perhaps you too are hurt the same
by some sentimental love
my puppet soul cries
alone and sad on this night
a black night without stars.
If the drinks bring comfort
here I am with my sleeplessness
to drown them once and for all
I want to intoxicate my heart
so that later I can toast
to the failures of love.

Nostalgia for hearing his crazy laughter
and feeling next to my mouth
his breath like fire
anguish of feeling abandoned
and thinking that another by his side, soon, soon
will speak to him of love.
Sister, I don't want to lower myself,
nor beg him, nor cry to him, nor tell him
that I can't live anymore
from my sad solitude
I will watch the dead roses fall,
the roses of my youth.