Rulo y la contrabanda — Mi pequeña cicatriz song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mi pequeña cicatriz" by Rulo y la contrabanda.
Lyrics
Buscabas un plan y un hombre fácil de domar,
mujer de armas tomar, habitante de la Ciudad Condal,
tú hablabas de jardín, piscina cequita del mar,
yo hablaba de canciones, aviones y libertad.
Es menos peligroso estar solo que cerca de ti
y aunque me aprieta el frío parece que ahora soy feliz,
el tiempo le ha sentado bien a mi pequeña cicatriz
que en noches como ésta amenaza con volverse a abrir.
Ni Ramblas compartidas ni atardeceres en Montjuic,
ni mi lluvia del norte ni tu Barceloneta en abril,
con tierra de por medio fue más fácil volver a reír
que San Valentín y Cupido se apiaden de ti.
Es menos peligroso estar solo que cerca de ti
y aunque me aprieta el frío parece que ahora soy feliz,
el tiempo le ha sentado bien a mi pequeña cicatriz
que en noches como ésta amenaza con volverse a abrir.
Mientras sigues de espera por tu príncipe azul,
a mí me dió por escribirte un blues,
dos estrofas sin magia en plan sentimental
y un estribillo poco comercial.
Un ajuste de cuentas, un inventario gris,
un recordarte que es mejor así,
un recordarme que es mejor así.
Es menos peligroso estar solo que cerca de ti,
es menos peligroso estar solo que cerca de ti,
es menos peligroso estar solo.
(Gracias a Rober por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
You were looking for a plan and an easy man to tame,
woman of arms tomar, inhabitant of the Condal City,
you were talking about the garden, the swimming pool of the sea,
I was talking about songs, planes and freedom.
It's less dangerous to be alone than near you
and even though I'm cold it seems that I'm happy now,
time has done well for my little scar
which on nights like this threatens to reopen.
No shared Ramblas or sunsets in Montjuic,
neither my Northern rain nor your Barceloneta in April,
with Earth in between it was easier to laugh again
May Valentine and Cupid have mercy on you.
It's less dangerous to be alone than near you
and even though I'm cold it seems that I'm happy now,
time has done well for my little scar
which on nights like this threatens to reopen.
While you're still waiting for your prince charming,
he gave me for writing you a blues,
two verses without magic in sentimental plan
and an uncommercial refrain.
A reckoning, a gray inventory,
a remind you it's better this way,
a reminder that it's better this way.
It's less dangerous to be alone than near you,
it's less dangerous to be alone than near you,
it's less dangerous to be alone.
(Thanks to Rober for this letter)