Pendiente de Ti - Joan Manuel Serrat

Eres tan egoísta

Solo piensas en ti;

Vienes en mi busca cuando

Necesitas cuartelillo…

En cuanto lo consigues

Me dejas y te vas

Sin fumarte siquiera

Un cigarro conmigo…

Siempre la misma jugada

Me utilizas y a otra cosa

No hablamos nunca de nada

Ni te esfuerzas en mentir

Ni me sacas a cenar

Ni te quedas a domir…

Y no se quién eres tu

Ni lo que soy para ti

Si hay algo entre tu y yo

Te importa un pito…

No sabes que vivo

Pendiente de ti…

Y tengo también

Mi corazoncito…

Asi le hablo la rama al pajarillo

Vienes en mi busca cuando

Necesitas cuartelillo

Y así lo repetían desencantados

Una musa a un poeta

Y un voto a un diputado

Y el cordel a la peonza

Y un rayo de sol a un viejo

Y las montañas al eco

Y el soldado al comandante

Y la guitarra a la canción

Y la canción al cantante…

No se quién eres tu

Ni lo que soy para ti

Si hay algo entre tu y yo

Te importa un pito…

No sabes que vivo

Pendiente de ti…

Y tengo tambien

Mi corazoncito…

Pero te prevengo que no voy a permitir

Que sigas jugando con mis sentimientos

Vendras a buscarme cualquier día de estos

Y tal vez entonces ya no estare aquí…

No sabes que vivo

Pendiente de ti

you are so selfish

You only think about yourself;

You come looking for me when

You need a barracks...

as soon as you get it

you leave me and you go

without even smoking

A cigarette with me...

Always the same play

You use me and something else

We never talk about anything

You don't even try to lie

You don't even take me out to dinner

You don't even stay to sleep...

And I don't know who you are

Nor what I am for you

If there is something between you and me

You don't give a damn...

You don't know that I live

Pending you...

and i have too

my little heart…

This is how the branch spoke to the little bird

You come looking for me when

you need barracks

And so they repeated it disenchanted

A muse to a poet

And a vote for a deputy

And the string to the spinning top

And a ray of sunshine to an old man

And the mountains to the echo

And the soldier to the commander

And the guitar to the song

And the song to the singer…

I do not know who you are

Nor what I am for you

If there is something between you and me

You don't give a damn...

You don't know that I live

Pending you...

and I have too

my little heart…

But I warn you that I will not allow

that you keep playing with my feelings

You will come to look for me any day of these

And maybe then I won't be here anymore...

You don't know that I live

looking out for you