Текст и перевод песни Nacho Vegas - Dry Maritini, S. A.

Dry Maritini, S. A.

Hablo solo, bebo té,
Tomo notas para hacer
De mi vida sin ti algo habitable.
(Habitable)

Leo entera La Razón,
Hoy desarmé la televisión
Tarareando una canción insoportable.
(Insoportable)

Así pues,
Cuando no tengas nada que hacer
Y yo pase por tu cabeza,
Nadie podrá oírte así que
Piensa en mí como si me quisieras.

Y desde la otra habitación
Y arrimado contra la pared
Te he escuchado cuestionar
Hasta el mismo amor
Y yo pensé en voz alta ...

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Muy mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un juego y ahora es real.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal),
Fatal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un sueño y ahora es real.

Pierdo un vuelo, pierdo un tren,
Pierdo los papeles y por ti
Perderé la cabeza poco a poco.

Me recibes sonriendo,
Me arrastras veinte metros por el suelo,
Y sólo dices: esto es cosa de locos,
De locos.

Mientras alzo una mano con la que
Podré rozar el cielo
La otra acaricia tus entrañas
Con la punta de sus dedos.

Y me hago tan pequeño que
Me deslizo dentro como un pez,
Y me pregunto: ¿esto será
Lo más profundo que te voy
A conocer jamás?
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Qué mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un juego y ahora es real.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal),
Fatal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un sueño y ahora es real.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Muy mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un juego y ahora es real.

Nos quedará,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Menos mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Dry Martini, sexo anal.

El aire, el aire,
Quererte es intentar atrapar con las manos el aire,
El aire, el aire,
Quererte es como obrar un milagro.

Tú dices hasta aquí llegué y estuvo bien
Pero no te mueves del lugar.
Yo llego a la de tres, empezaré a correr,
Pero olvido que no sé contar.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Muy mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un juego y ahora es real.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal),
Fatal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un sueño y ahora es real.

Qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Muy mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un juego y ahora es real.

Pero qué mal,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal),
Fatal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Era un sueño y ahora es real.

Nos quedará,
(Nacho has vuelto a hacerlo mal)
Menos mal,
(Lo hiciste mal)
Dry Martini, sexo anal.

El aire, el aire,
Quererte es intentar atrapar con las manos el aire,
El aire, el aire,
Quererte es como obrar un milagro.

Qué mal, muy mal,
Era un juego y ahora es real.
Pero qué mal, fatal,
Era un sueño y ahora es real.
Pero qué mal, muy, muy mal,
Era un juego y ahora es real.
Nos quedará, menos mal,
Dry Martini, S.A.

Dry Martini, Inc.

I talk to myself, I drink tea,
I take notes to make
My life without you somewhat habitable.
(Habitable)

I read La Razón cover to cover,
Today I dismantled the television
Humming an unbearable song.
(Unbearable)

So,
When you have nothing to do
And I cross your mind,
No one will hear you so
Think of me as if you loved me.

And from the other room
Leaning against the wall
I heard you question
Even love itself
And I thought out loud ...

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Very bad,
(You did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again),
Awful,
(You did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real.

I miss a flight, I miss a train,
I lose my papers and for you
I will lose my mind little by little.

You welcome me with a smile,
You drag me twenty meters across the floor,
And you just say: this is crazy,
Crazy.

As I raise one hand with which
I could touch the sky
The other caresses your insides
With the tips of its fingers.

And I become so small that
I slide inside like a fish,
And I wonder: will this be
The deepest I will ever
Know you?
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
How bad,
(You did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again),
Awful,
(You did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Very bad,
(You did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real.

We will have left,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Not so bad,
(You did it wrong)
Dry Martini, anal sex.

The air, the air,
Loving you is like trying to catch the air with your hands,
The air, the air,
Loving you is like performing a miracle.

You say this is as far as I go and it was good
But you don't move from the spot.
I get to three, I'll start running,
But I forget that I can't count.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Very bad,
(You did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again),
Awful,
(You did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real.

How bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Very bad,
(You did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real.

But how bad,
(Nacho, you've messed up again),
Awful,
(You did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real.

We will have left,
(Nacho, you've messed up again)
Not so bad,
(You did it wrong)
Dry Martini, anal sex.

The air, the air,
Loving you is like trying to catch the air with your hands,
The air, the air,
Loving you is like performing a miracle.

How bad, very bad,
It was a game and now it's real.
But how bad, awful,
It was a dream and now it's real.
But how bad, very, very bad,
It was a game and now it's real.
We will have left, not so bad,
Dry Martini, Inc.