Andrés Calamaro — Absurdo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Absurdo" by Andrés Calamaro.
Lyrics
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 tan 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
más 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 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
más dudo que pudo
luchando vencer…
Una casa era pobre, otra rica…
fácilmente se explica que
no pudo ser.
Una casa era pobre, otra rica…
fácilmente se explica que
no pudo ser.
Lyrics translation
Yesterday I was remembering
your home ... my home…
Portal where the moon got bored waiting,
cedron where time is perfumed and passed!
And seeing that we got old
and we're so alone,
I feel a waltz on your piano crying
and I start thinking
if he doesn't cry with love.
It was the first era
that turns off the dark circles
and turn on the blush,
and one night -remember?- kiss
under the cherry tree
it sealed our love.
Could love be a knot
more I doubt he could
fighting to win…
One house was poor, another rich…
it is easily explained that
it couldn't have been.
So, for the memory, I cry
your home ... my home…
Your love, which is withered in a golden case
My Love, who at last-to give - stayed
no coals…
And seeing that we got old
and we're more alone,
I feel a waltz on your piano crying
and I start thinking
if he doesn't cry with love.
It was the first era
that turns off the dark circles
and turn on the blush,
and one night -remember?- kiss
under the cherry tree
it sealed our love.
Could love be a knot
more I doubt he could
fighting to win…
One house was poor, another rich…
it is easily explained that
it couldn't have been.
One house was poor, another rich…
it is easily explained that
it couldn't have been.