El Cigarrillo
Anoche, estuve conversando con mi cigarrillo
Y me sentí, cansada, cansada, aburrida y tan vacía
Que a veces hasta pienso que ni siquiera existo
Que a veces hasta pienso, que ni siquiera existo
Lo encendí muy lentamente, le di una fumada
Y al mirar el humo que en el espacio se volatizaba
Recordé tantas cosas que creí olvidadas
Se las conté todas, mientras que lo fumaba
Le conversé de ti y de mis añoranzas
Le conté de tus besos y de mis esperanzas
Le conté de tu olvido, de mis lágrimas tantas
De aquello que vivimos y que hoy se ha vuelto nada
Le dije que es posible que a mí nadie me quiera
Porque he intentado vivir a mi manera
Porque me he negado a pagar el tributo
De bajeza y pecados que hoy nos exige el mundo
Que a lo mejor estoy acabada
O que la vida me ha vencido
Que he sufrido y he llorado
Que he luchado y he reído
Y que es lo que he ganado
Por ser así tan comprensiva
Solo vivir desesperada
En un mundo tan vacío
Anoche, estuve conversando con mi cigarrillo
Y al terminarlo, pensando, me quedé entre suspiros
Que en este verso triste, que es el mundo en que vivo
Solo él me va quedando como único amigo
The Cigarette
Last night, I was talking with my cigarette
And I felt tired, tired, bored, and so empty
That sometimes I even think I don't exist
That sometimes I even think, that I don't even exist
I lit it very slowly, took a puff
And as I watched the smoke dissipate into space
I remembered so many things I thought forgotten
I told it all, while I smoked
I talked to it about you and my longings
I told it about your kisses and my hopes
I told it about your forgetfulness, my many tears
About what we lived and now has turned to nothing
I said it's possible that no one loves me
Because I've tried to live my way
Because I've refused to pay the tribute
Of baseness and sins that the world demands of us today
That maybe I'm finished
Or life has defeated me
That I've suffered and cried
That I've fought and laughed
And what have I gained
For being so understanding
Just living desperate
In such an empty world
Last night, I was talking with my cigarette
And when I finished, lost in thought, I remained with sighs
That in this sad verse, which is the world I live in
Only it remains for me as my only friend