Текст и перевод песни Nacha Guevara - Aqui No Hay Cielo

Aqui No Hay Cielo

Quién me iba a decir que el destino era esto.
Ver la lluvie a través de letras invertidas
Esa pared con manchas que parecen ministros.
El techo de los ómnibus brillantes como peces
Y esa melancolía que impregna las bocinas

Aquí no hay cielo.
Aquí no hay horizonte.
Hay una mesa grande para todos los brazos.
Y una silla que gira cuando quiero escaparme.

Otro día se acaba y el destino era esto.
Es raro que uno tenga tiempo de verse triste.
Siempre suena una orden, un teléfono, un timbre.
Y, claro, está prohibido llorar sobre los libros.
Porque no queda bien que la tinta se corra.

Aquí no hay cielo.

No Heaven Here

Who would have told me that this is what fate had in store for me.
Watching the rain through reversed letters,
That wall with stains that look like ministers,
The ceiling of the bus, gleaming like gleaming fish,\
And that melancholy that impregnates the horns,

There is no heaven here.
There is no horizon here.
There is a giant table for all arms.
And a chair that turns when I want to escape.

Another day ends, and this is what fate had in store.
It's strange that one has time to feel sad.
An order always rings, a telephone, a doorbell,
And, of course, it's forbidden to cry on the books,
Because it's not proper for the ink to run.

There is no heaven here.