Saturday, October 1, 2005

I have been introduced to a koo song via Christian’s Aggravation Station. Its title is Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos. Before I show you my translation, read what Christian had to say about the song:

[…] it is written for the singer’s ex-girlfriend, who had just left him in real life. Although it’s hard to find information on the guy, what I understand is that he was just beginning to have success in films and music (Italian, Spanish, and English), but after he wrote this song and released the record, he killed himself. They say this song captures his feelings at the time. When I listen to it, that’s what I’m hearing… which makes it more than just another song.

Translation:

It seems that you’re completely convinced of what you’re doing, and it hurts. You’re giving me the impression that our nights together were spent in vain. Do they really mean nothing to you? If that’s the case, so be it, but I do ask that you spend another night with me. I deserve that much. I promise not to lay a hand on you.

You’ve failed me and I’ve forgiven you. You, on the other hand, simply say ‘I love you no more’ and walk away, not even telling me what I’ve done wrong. You don’t seem to mind seeing our relationship drain through your fingers. You lower your eyes and ask that we remain friends. Damn it, I don’t need your friendship. My way of loving you disallows it. My carnal desires stand on the way.

They say that for every man there’s a woman like you. I’m convinced that you might find another man like me, but a better man? I think not! Do what you must. If you find it necessary to come up with an excuse, go ahead. Just don’t waste it on me. There’s no need. I’ll deal with my own worries, you worry about yours. Let’s better our lives… on our own.

Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos (Gianluca Grignani)
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Yo pienso que
no son tan inútiles
las noches que te di.

Te marchas, y qué?
Yo no intento discutírtelo,
lo sabes y lo sé.

Al menos quédate sólo esta noche,
prometo no tocarte, estás segura.
Tal vez es que me voy sintiendo solo
porque conozco esa sonrisa tan definitiva;
tu sonrisa que a mí mismo me abrió tu paraíso.

Se dice que
con cada hombre
hay una como tú,
pero mi sitio, luego,
lo ocuparás con alguno
igual que yo, mejor, lo dudo.

Por qué esta vez agachas la mirada?
Me pides que sigamos siendo amigos…
amigos, para qué, maldita sea!

A un amigo lo perdono,
pero a ti te amo;
pueden parecer vulgares
mis instintos naturales.

Hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aún,
que mis problemas sabes que se llaman tú.
Solo por eso tú me ves hacerme el duro
para sentirme un poquito má seguro.

Y si no quieres ni decir en que he fallado
recuerda que también a ti te he perdonado
y en cambio tú dices ‘Lo siento, no te quiero’
y te me vas con esta historia entre tus dedos.

Qué vas a hacer?
Busca una excusa
luego márchate,
porque de mí no debieras preocuparte.
No debes provocarme,
que yo te escribiré un par de canciones
tratando de ocultar mis emociones,
pensando, pero poco, en las palabras,
y hablaré de la sonrisa tan definitiva,
tu sonrisa que a mí mismo me abrió tu paraíso.

Saturday, October 1, 2005

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