Y Yo En Mi Rincon (Et Moi Dans Mon Coin) - Charles Aznavour

El, el te observa de refilon

Tu, tu te enervas, en tu sillon

El, al mirarte, mima tu piel

Tu, tomas parte, de un juego cruel

Yo en mi rincon, asi sin hablar

De algun modo advierto todo

Yo en mi rincon me muerdo al estar

Viendo el fin de un gran amor

El, te desea, quemandose

Tu, que lo apruevas sonrriendole

El que te asecha y yo lo vi

Tu ya lamentas que yo este ahi

Yo en mi rincon, asi sin hablar

Me lastima vuestra esgrima

Yo en mi rincon, se disimular

Esta perfida funcion

El, te provoca de vez en vez

Tu como loca, charlas despues

El, te acorrala usandome

Tu estas borracha riendote

Yo en mi rincon, asi sin hablar

No se como ahogando el llanto

Yo en mi rincon, me trago el dolor

Viendo el fin de un gran amor

No, no es nada, puede ser un poco

De fatiga, nada en absoluto

Pero, porque tantas preguntas

He pasado una hermosa velada

Si, si realmente, una hermosa velada

He, he watches you sideways

You, you get nervous, in your armchair

He, looking at you, pampers your skin

You take part in a cruel game

I in my corner, like this without speaking

Somehow I notice everything

In my corner I bite myself when I'm

Seeing the end of a great love

He wants you burning

You, who approve smiling at him

The one that stalks you and I saw it

You already regret that I'm there

I in my corner, like this without speaking

Your fencing hurts me

I in my corner, I know how to hide

this perfidious function

He provokes you from time to time

You like crazy, talk later

He corners you using me

you are drunk laughing

I in my corner, like this without speaking

I don't know how to drown my tears

I in my corner, I swallow the pain

Seeing the end of a great love

No, it's nothing, it could be a little

Of fatigue, nothing at all

But why so many questions?

I have spent a beautiful evening

Yes, yes indeed, a beautiful evening