Nostalgias - Buika

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon

Para apagar un loco amor

Que mas que amor es un sufrir

Y aquí vengo para eso

A borrar antiguos besos

En los besos de otra boca

Si su amor fue flor de un dia

Porque causa es siempre mia

Esta cruel preocupacion

Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar

Para olvidar mi obstinacion

Y mas la vuelvo a recordar

Nostalgias de escuchar su risa loca

Y sentir junto a mi boca

Come un fuego su respiracion

Angustia de sentirme abandonada

Y pensar que otra a su lado

Pronto, pronto le hablara de amor

Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme

Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle

Que no puedo mas vivir

Desde mi triste soledad

Vere caer, las rosas muertas

De mi juventud

Gime bandoneon tu tango gris

Quizas a ti te hiera igual

Algun amor sentimental

Llora mi alma de fantoche

Sola y triste en esta noche

Noche negra y sin estrellas

Si las copas traen consuelo

Aqui estoy con mis desvelos

Para ahogarlos de una vez

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon

Para despues poder brindar

Por los fracasos del amor

Nostalgias de eschuchar su risa loca

Y sentir junto a mi boca

Como un fuego su respiracion

Angustia de sentirme abandonada

Y pensar que otra a su lado, pronto, pronto

Le hablara de amor

Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme

Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle

Que no puedo mas vivir

Desde mi triste soledad

Vere caer, las rosas muertas

De mi juventud

I want to get my heart drunk

To turn off a crazy love

What more than love is a suffering

And here I come for that

To erase old kisses

In the kisses of another mouth

If his love for her was the flower of a day

Because cause is always mine

This cruel concern

I want to raise my glass for both of us

To forget my obstinacy

And more I remember her again

Nostalgia to hear his crazy laugh

And feel next to my mouth

Eat a fire your breath

Anguish of feeling abandoned

And to think that another by her side

Soon, soon I will talk to you about love

Sister, I don't want to lower myself

Neither ask him, nor cry him, nor tell him

that I can no longer live

From my sad loneliness

I will see the dead roses fall

of my youth

Moan bandoneon your gray tango

Maybe it hurts you the same

some sentimental love

My puppet soul cries

Alone and sad on this night

Black and starless night

If the cups bring consolation

Here I am with my sleeplessness

To drown them at once

I want to get my heart drunk

To later be able to toast

For the failures of love

Nostalgia to hear his crazy laugh

And feel next to my mouth

Like a fire your breath

Anguish of feeling abandoned

And to think that another by her side, soon, soon

I will talk to him about love

Sister, I don't want to lower myself

Neither ask him, nor cry him, nor tell him

that I can no longer live

From my sad loneliness

I will see the dead roses fall

of my youth