Cosoco - Juana Molina

Una manzana envenenada

era el encanto que nos ataba.

Encandilada, amancebada.

Cosoco

Pero de a poco fue cambiando.

Algo pasó que me fue incomodando.

Desconcertada, acongojada.

Cosoco

Roto el hechizo, viene el llanto.

Sobra el castigo si pecar duele tanto,

compone Ocampo y yo lo canto.

Cosoco

Todo lo que no fui

y todo lo que no te di,

todo lo que estos años escondí,

esa manzana roja ¿por qué la comí?

Aunque nunca mentí,

hay cosas que no quise decir.

Y una equivocación es una humillación,

y una confusión podría ser el fin de nosotros dos.

a poisoned apple

It was the charm that bound us.

Dazzled, dazzled.

cosoco

But little by little it changed.

Something happened that was bothering me.

Puzzled, upset.

cosoco

Broken the spell, comes the crying.

There is no need for punishment if sinning hurts so much,

Ocampo composes and I sing it.

cosoco

All that I wasn't

and everything that I didn't tell you,

all that these years I hid,

that red apple why did I eat it?

Although I never lied

there are things I didn't want to say.

And a mistake is a humiliation,

and a mix up could be the end of both of us.