Текст и перевод песни Ricardo Montaner - Nostalgias

Nostalgias

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
Para olvidar un loco amor
Que mas que amor es un sufrir.
Y aqui vengo para eso,
Pa' borrar antiguos besos,
En los besos de otras bocas.

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, como
Un fuego su... respiracion.
Angustias... de sentirme abandonado
Y sentir que otro a su lado, pronto,
Pronto... le hablara de amor.
Hermano, yo no quiero rebajarme,
Ni pedirle, ni rogarle, ni decirle...
Que no puedo mas vivir.
Es 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 el corazon
Para despues poder brindar
Por los fracazos del amor

Nostalgias... de escuchar su risa loca
Y sentir junto a mi boca, como
Un fuego su... respiracion.
Angustias... de sentirme abandonado
Y sentir que otro a su lado, pronto,
Pronto... le hablara de amor.
Hermano, yo no quiero rebajarme,
Ni pedirle, ni rogarle, ni decirle...
Que no puedo mas vivir.
Es mi triste soledad,
Vere caer, las rosas muertas...
De mi juventud.

Nostalgia

I want to intoxicate my heart
To forget a crazy love
That more than love is suffering.
And here I come for that,
To erase old kisses,
In the kisses of other mouths.

If his love was a one-day flower
Why is this cruel concern always mine
This cruel concern.
I want to raise my glass for both of us
To forget my stubbornness
And then remember it again.

Nostalgia... to hear his crazy laugh
And feel next to my mouth, like
A fire, his... breath.
Anguish... to feel abandoned
And to feel that another by his side, soon,
Soon... will speak to him of love.
My dear, I don't want to demean myself,
Nor ask him, nor beg him, nor tell him...
That I can't live anymore.
It is my sad solitude,
I will see the dead roses fall...
Of my youth.

Mournful bandoneon... your tango, gray.
Perhaps it hurts you the same...
Some love, so sentimental.
My foolish soul weeps
Alone and sad on this night
A dark, starless night
If cups bring comfort, here I am
With my sleeplessness
To drown them once and for all.
I want to intoxicate my heart
To be able to toast later
To the failures of love

Nostalgia... to hear his crazy laugh
And feel next to my mouth, like
A fire, his... breath.
Anguish... to feel abandoned
And to feel that another by his side, soon,
Soon... will speak to him of love.
My dear, I don't want to demean myself,
Nor ask him, nor beg him, nor tell him...
That I can't live anymore.
It is my sad solitude,
I will see the dead roses fall...
Of my youth.