Javier Krahe — Ya No Hay Olas en la Arena (Taranta) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ya No Hay Olas en la Arena (Taranta)" by Javier Krahe.
Lyrics
No me importa que seas besucona
Ni que juegues conmigo a las sirenas
Ni que seas tan lista y tan persona
Ni que rías mis gracias y sonrías mis penas
No me importa que estés tan disponible
Ni que tengas la piel así de suave
Ni que seas bebible y comestible
Ni que tengas tu piso y me dejes la llave
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres
No me importa que sepas de cocina
Ni que cuajes de flores tu terraza
Ni tus dotes medidas de adivina
Para hacer sugerencias o para no meter baza
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:
Una de esas mujeres
Que ocurren en la vida
Enigmas como tú para mi voz de amante
Contante, sonante
No darla por perdida
No me importa saber lo que no dices
Mientras pintas tus labios de camelia
Ni me importa que te intelectualices
Y me leas de todo, que pareces Babelia
No me importa el silencio que desnudas
Cuando estoy ya despierto y tú aún dormida
Ni me importa el runrún con que saludas
Y recreas el mundo, recién amanecida
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres
No me importa que digas que me quieres
Ni que vuelvas la espalda a tus ideas
Cuando me hablas de mil amaneceres
Sin salir de mis brazos, aunque no te lo creas
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:
Una de esas mujeres
Que ocurren en la vida
Regalos como tú
Para mi voz de amante
Contante, sonante
No darla por perdida
Te tendré que querer tal como eres
Me tendrás que aceptar tal como soy
Lyrics translation
I don't care if you're a kisser.
Don't you play mermaids with me.
Nor that you are so smart and so personable
Nor that you laugh at my graces and smile at my sorrows
I don't care that you're so available
You don't even have that soft skin
Nor that you are drinkable and edible
You don't even have your apartment and you leave me the key.
I'll have to accept you as you are
I don't care if you know cooking.
Nor that curds of flowers your terrace
Nor your fortune-teller measures
To make suggestions or not to mess around
I'll have to accept you as you are:
One of those women
That occur in life
Riddles like you for my lover's voice
Cash, sound
Don't take her for granted
I don't care what you don't say.
While you paint your lips Camellia
I don't even care if you get smart.
And you read to me everything, that you look like Babelia
I don't care how silent you strip
When I'm awake and you're still asleep
I don't even care what Runrun you say hello to.
And you recreate the world, just dawned
I'll have to accept you as you are
I don't care if you say you love me.
Nor that you turn your back on your ideas
When you tell me about a thousand sunrises
Without leaving my arms, even if you don't believe it
I'll have to accept you as you are:
One of those women
That occur in life
Gifts like you
For my lover's voice
Cash, sound
Don't take her for granted
I'll have to love you the way you are
You'll have to accept me as I am