STANDARDS
Polvo de estrellas. Hojas de otoño. Ayeres.
Tiernamente, preludio a un beso.
Tú, abrazarte. Déjame recorrer con mis dedos
los altibajos de tu perfil, la aventura,
gigante
triste
tren
de tu espalda, de tu cadera, swing. ¡Swing!
La vida no vale nada si no tiene un poco de swing.
El glorioso blanco y negro de la madrugada
me devuelve instantáneas clásicas en tu piel
que no dejan de ser algo nuevo, pero hermoso.
Te llevo bajo mi piel, en cuerpo y alma.
Entre mis cosas favoritas, están tus ojos de ángel,
tu aspecto esta noche, tu forma de dar/pedir
todo o nada en absoluto. Tus ansias.
Llévame volando hasta la luna, pélame una uva,
llórame un río.
Cuando la luz se esconde, discreta,
veo en mi instinto la sombra de tu sonrisa,
permíteme jugar con tus secretos, tocar
con los labios la samba de una sola nota,
que te cambia la voz, tocar
melodías que tú conoces y yo improviso
como Sonny.
Cada vez que nos decimos adiós, vuelvo
a mi exilio sombrío
al este del sol, al oeste de la luna.
© Félix Amador
(la que sigue es una traducción de Laura Harrington)
STANDARDS
Stardust. Autumn leaves. Yesterdays.
Tenderly, prelude to a Kiss. Tenderly.
Embraceable you. Let me walk with my fingers
ups and downs of your profile, adventure,
giant
Tenderly, prelude to a Kiss. Tenderly.
Embraceable you. Let me walk with my fingers
ups and downs of your profile, adventure,
giant
steps
blue
train
your back, your hip, swing.Swing!
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
The glorious black and white in the morning
brings me back old photos on your skin,
your back, your hip, swing.Swing!
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
The glorious black and white in the morning
brings me back old photos on your skin,
pictures that are still something new, but beautiful.
I got you under my skin, body and soul.
Among my favorites things are your angel eyes,
the way you look tonight, the way you give / ask
all or nothing at all. Your cravings.
Fly me to the moon, Peel me a grape,
cry me a river.
When the light are down, discreet,
I find my instincts in the shadow of your smile
let me play with your secrets, play
the lips to a one-note samba,
that changes your voice, play
melodies you know and I improvise
I got you under my skin, body and soul.
Among my favorites things are your angel eyes,
the way you look tonight, the way you give / ask
all or nothing at all. Your cravings.
Fly me to the moon, Peel me a grape,
cry me a river.
When the light are down, discreet,
I find my instincts in the shadow of your smile
let me play with your secrets, play
the lips to a one-note samba,
that changes your voice, play
melodies you know and I improvise
like Sonny.
Every time we say goodbye, I return
to my dark exile
Every time we say goodbye, I return
to my dark exile
East of the sun, West of the moon.