No Estar Aquí
Y me quedo parado aquí ,parado aquí,
mirando a uno y otro lado y me siento tan imbécil, tan imbécil, entre tantas pelotas que rebotan y rebotan sin parar ,sin parar , sin parar.
Hubiese preferido salir y no hablar con nadie.
Hubiese preferido no venir.
Hubiese preferido no estar aquí, no estar aquí.
Es tanto el desconsuelo cada vez que me repites tanto , que me repites tanto el mal, el mal que sientes cerca de mí, las viejas mujeres , que me regalan todo su odio en su mirar, el odio de todas sus vidas , de no haber hecho nada , no me afecta tanto como cuando me haces sentir que el amor que te doy es tan barato, tan barato, tan barato.
Y no estar, no estar aquí.
Not Being Here
And I stand here, standing here,
looking from side to side and feeling so stupid, so stupid, among so many bouncing balls that bounce and bounce non-stop, non-stop, non-stop.
I would have preferred to go out and not talk to anyone.
I would have preferred not to come.
I would have preferred not to be here, not to be here.
It's so heartbreaking every time you repeat so much, that you repeat so much the pain, the pain you feel near me, the old women, who give me all their hatred in their gaze, the hatred of all their lives, of not having done anything, it doesn't affect me as much as when you make me feel that the love I give you is so cheap, so cheap, so cheap.
And not being, not being here.