Текст и перевод песни Niña Pastori - Contigo

Contigo

Yo no quiero un amor civilizado,
Con recibos y escena del sofá.
Yo no quiero que viajes al pasado
Y vuelvas del mercado
Con ganas de llorar.
Yo no quiero vecinas con pucheros,
Yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir,
Yo no quiero catorce de febrero
Ni cumpleaños feliz.
Yo no quiero cargar con tus maletas,
Yo no quiero que elijas mi champú,
Yo no quiero mudarme de planeta,
Cortarme la coleta,
Brindar a tu salud.
Yo no quiero domingos por la tarde
Yo no quiero columpio en el jardín
Lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde,
Es que mueras por mí.
Y morirme contigo si te matas,
Y matarme contigo si te mueres;
Porque el amor cuando no muere, mata
¡ay! porque amores que matan nunca mueren.
Yo no quiero juntar para mañana,
No me pidas llegar a fin de mes,
Yo no quiero comerme una manzana
Dos veces por semana
Sin ganas de comer.
Yo no quiero calor de invernadero
Yo no quiero besar tu cicatriz,
Yo no quiero París con aguacero
Ni Venecia sin ti.
No me esperes a las doce en el juzgado
No me digas que volvamos a empezar
Yo no quiero ni libre ni ocupado,
Ni carne ni pecado,
Ni orgullo ni piedad.
Yo no quiero saber por qué lo hiciste,
Yo no quiero contigo ni sin ti,
Lo que yo quiero, muchacha de ojos tristes,
Es que mueras por mí...
Y morirme contigo si te matas
Y matarme contigo si te mueres
Porque el amor cuando no muere mata,
Porque amores que matan nunca mueren...
Y morirme contigo si te matas
Y matarme contigo si te mueres
Porque el amor cuando no muere mata,
Porque amores que matan nunca mueren...

With You

I don't want a civilized love,
With receipts and sofa scene.
I don't want you to travel to the past,
And come back from the market,
With the urge to cry.
I don't want neighbors with stews,
I don't want to sow or share,
I don't want Valentine's Day
Nor happy birthday.
I don't want to carry your bags,
I don't want you to choose my shampoo,
I don't want to move to another planet,
Cut my hair,
Toast to your health.
I don't want Sunday afternoons
I don't want a swing in the garden,
What I do want, coward heart,
Is for you to die for me.
And to die with you if you kill yourself,
And to kill myself with you if you die,
Because love, when it doesn't die, kills,
Oh! Because love that kills, never dies.
I don't want to save for tomorrow,
Don't ask me to make ends meet,
I don't want to eat an apple
Twice a week,
Without the desire to eat.
I don't want greenhouse heat,
I don't want to kiss your scar,
I don't want Paris in the rain,
Nor Venice without you.
Don't wait for me at twelve in the courtroom,
Don't tell me to start over,
I don't want to be free or busy,
Neither flesh nor sin,
Neither pride nor pity.
I don't want to know why you did it,
I don't want to be with you or without you,
What I want, girl with sad eyes,
Is for you to die for me...
And to die with you if you kill yourself,
And to kill myself with you if you die,
Because love, when it doesn't die, kills,
Because love that kills, never dies...
And to die with you if you kill yourself,
And to kill myself with you if you die,
Because love, when it doesn't die, kills,
Because love that kills, never dies...