Текст и перевод песни Virgilio Expósito, Homero Expósito, Adriana Varela, Juanjo Dominguez, Rubén Díaz & Raúl "Llave" Domínguez - Absurdo - ed. by J. Dominguez

Absurdo - ed. by J. Dominguez

Ayer estaba recordando .
Tu casa, mi casa
Portal donde la luna se aburrió esperando,
Cedrón por donde el tiempo se perfuma
Y pasa!
Y al ver que nos pusimos viejos
Y estamos más solos,
Siento un vals en tu piano llorar
Y me pongo a pensar
Si no llora de amor.

Era la era primera
Que apaga la ojera
Y enciende el rubor,
Y una noche - te acuerdas? - un beso
Debajo del cerezo
Sellaba nuestro amor.
Pudo el amor ser un nudo
Mas dudo que pudo
Luchando vencer
Una casa era pobre, otra rica
Fácilmente se explica que
No pudo ser.

Así, por el recuerdo, lloro
Tu casa, mi casa
Tu amor, que está marchito en un estuche de oro
Mi amor, que al fin de darse se quedó
Sin brasas.
Y al ver que nos pusimos viejos
Y todo fue en vano,
Siento un vals en tu piano llorar
Y me pongo a pensar
Si no llora de amor.

Era la era primera
Que apaga la ojera
Y enciende el rubor,
Y una noche - te acuerdas? - un beso
Debajo del cerezo
Sellaba nuestro amor.
Pudo el amor ser un nudo
Mas dudo que pudo
Luchando vencer
Una casa era pobre, otra rica
Fácilmente se explica que
No pudo ser.

Una casa era pobre, otra rica
Y no pudo ser.

Absurdo - ed. by J. Dominguez

Yesterday I was reminiscing
Your house, my house
Porch where the moon got tired of waiting
Cedar tree where time becomes fragrant
And passes!
And seeing that we have gotten old
And we are more alone,
I hear a waltz on your piano weeping,
And I wonder
If it is not crying for love.

It was the first age,
The one that erases dark circles
And ignites blushes,
And one night - do you remember? - a kiss
Under the cherry tree
Sealed our love.
Love could have been a knot
But I doubt it could have,
Struggling to overcome
One house was poor, the other, rich.
It is easy to explain why
It could not be.

Thus, through memory, I weep
Your house, my house
Your love, which is withered in a golden case
My love, which, in giving itself, ended up
Without embers.
And seeing that we have gone old,
And everything was in vain,
I hear a waltz in your piano weeping,
And I wonder
If it is not crying for love.

It was the first age,
The one that erases dark circles
And ignites blushes,
And one night - do you remember? - a kiss
Under the cherry tree
Sealed our love.
Love could have been a knot,
But I doubt it could have,
Struggling to overcome
One house was poor, the other, rich.
It is easy to explain why
It could not be.

One house was poor, the other, rich.
And it could not be.