Текст и перевод песни Susana Zabaleta - A Nadie (En Vivo)

A Nadie (En Vivo)

¿Qué cosa es el amor?
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido, ni ha querido
Ni ha podido

Por eso
No estás conmigo
Porque no nos conocemos
Y tampoco nos queremos

Porque nunca te he mirado
Ni despiertas
A mi lado

Porque no sé
Si te gustan
Como a mí las milanesas

Porque no sé dónde vives
Ni con qué las aderezas

Porque puede que te falte
Entusiasmo antagonista
Porque puede que te sobre
Moralina y seas panista

¿Qué cosa es el amor?
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido ni querido ni podido

Por eso
No estás conmigo
Porque no nos conocimos
Y en el tiempo que perdimos

Cada quien vivió su parte
Pero cada quien aparte
Porque no puede apagarse
Lo que nunca se ha encendido

Porque no puede ser sano
Lo que nunca se ha podrido

Porque nunca entenderías
Mis cansancios, mis manías

Porque a ti te dio lo mismo
Que cayera en el abismo
Este amor que despreciaste
Porque nunca me buscaste

Donde yo no hubiera estado
Ni me hubiera enamorado

¿Qué cosa es el amor?
Medio pariente del dolor
Que a ti y a mí no nos tocó
Que no ha sabido ni ha querido ni ha podido

Por eso
No estás conmigo
Por eso
No estoy contigo

To No One (Live)

What is love?
Half a relative of pain
That you and I never got
That has neither known, desired
Nor been able to

That is why
You are not with me
Because we do not know each other
And we do not love each other

Because I have never looked at you
Nor do you awaken
At my side

Because I do not know
If you like them
Like me, milanesas

Because I do not know where you live
Nor what you dress them with

Because you may lack
Antagonistic enthusiasm
Because you may have too much
Morality and be a nationalist

What is love?
Half a relative of pain
That you and I never got
That has neither known nor desired nor been able to

That is why
You are not with me
Because we did not know each other
And in the time we wasted

Each one lived their part
But each one apart
Because it cannot be turned off
What has never been turned on

Because it cannot be healthy
What has never been rotten

Because you would never understand
My weariness, my manias

Because you did not care
That I would fall into the abyss
This love that you despised
Because you never looked for me

Where I would not have been
Nor would I have fallen in love

What is love?
Half a relative of pain
That you and I never got
That has neither known nor desired nor been able to

That is why
You are not with me
That is why
I am not with you