Текст и перевод песни Silvina Garre - Doble Traicion

Doble Traicion

Él tiene un aparato de doble tracción,
De doble traición a sangre.
Levanta mi pollera con el dedo mayor,
Con un tímido ardor, que arde.
Y no sabe lo que me pasa
Y no sabe a dónde va a parar
Y no sabe lo que le pasa,
Nunca sabe.
Él tiene más problemas que este raro país
Que este enfermo país de sangre.
No hay puta coincidencia entre las cosas que siente
Y las cosas que dice o hace.
Y no sabe lo que me pasa
Y no sabe a dónde va a parar
Y no sabe lo que le pasa,
Nunca sabe.
No saber nada
Es una fea costumbre.
No saber nada
Es una bomba de tiempo,
De tiempo poco feliz.
Él tiene un aparato de doble tracción,
De doble traición a sangre.
Resbala con la lluvia, no soporta el calor,
No soporta el amor que late.
Y no sabe lo que me pasa
Y no sabe a dónde va a parar
Y no sabe lo que le pasa,
Nunca sabe.
Él tiene ojos de gato y un gestito infantil,
Varias pecas en la espalda,
Dos canas en el pecho y un cuadro fatal
De resistencia compacta.
Y no sabe lo que le pasa
Y no sabe a dónde va a parar
Y no sabe lo que me pasa,
Nunca sabe.
No saber nada
Es una horrible costumbre.
No saber nada,
Es una bomba de tiempo,
De tiempo poco feliz
Poco feliz, poco feliz, poco feliz...

Double Treachery

He's got a four-wheel drive,
A double treachery of blood.
He lifts my skirt with his middle finger,
With a timid ardor, that burns.
And he doesn't know what's happening to me
And he doesn't know where he's going to end up
And he doesn't know what's happening to him,
He never knows.
He's got more problems than this strange country
Than this sick country of blood.
There's no damn coincidence between the things he feels
And the things he says or does.
And he doesn't know what's happening to me
And he doesn't know where he's going to end up
And he doesn't know what's happening to him,
He never knows.
Not knowing anything
Is an ugly habit.
Not knowing anything
Is a time bomb,
Of unhappiness.
He's got a four-wheel drive,
A double treachery of blood.
He slips in the rain, can't stand the heat,
Can't stand the beating love.
And he doesn't know what's happening to me
And he doesn't know where he's going to end up
And he doesn't know what's happening to him,
He never knows.
He has cat's eyes and a childish gesture,
Several freckles on his back,
Two gray hairs on his chest and a fatal picture
Of compact resistance.
And he doesn't know what's happening to him
And he doesn't know where he's going to end up
And he doesn't know what's happening to me,
He never knows.
Not knowing anything
Is a horrible habit.
Not knowing anything,
Is a time bomb,
Of unhappiness
Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy...