Apolo y Dafne - Sharif

Mira, mira, mira

Eh, mira, eh…

Quiero brindar por el amor, ¿vale?

A veces es remedio, y otras, enfermedad

No, pues, pues deja que te diga que este tequila te quitará la sed

Que aliviará el dolor y, en fin

Yo te escucharé como un amigo

Ella era una experta (¿sí?), yo solo un novato (¡ya!)

Ella reserva, yo licor barato

Ella con dinero, yo ni pa' tabaco

Ella con tacón, yo con barro en los zapatos

Ella era la raza, la figura, el pedigrí

El puro vértigo del frenesí, sí

Ella era el deseo con vestido carmesí

Mira, yo no era Brad Pitt

Pero nunca me rendí ante lo adverso

Y sí, yo era el verso

Y ella la perversa seductora

Que devora con su boca el universo

(Si si, asi como dices, una de esas Cleopatras)

Yo todo lo contrario de la voz de Frank Sinatra

Y ella, estaba divorciada de Cupido

Yo había prometido no enamorarme jamás (¿no?)

Verás, ella tenía miedo a equivocarse

Mientras yo solo quería equivocarme una vez más

Ella era la duda, las alas rotas del amor

Yo la gota de sudor por su piel desnuda

Ella buscaba un cuerpo para huir del frío (Claro)

Yo buscaba un cuerpo para huir del mío

Ella no creía en finales felices (¿No?)

Yo colecciono cicatrices

Ella era la trampa del destino

Que hace del poeta un asesino

Ohhh… malditas, benditas mujeres

Macho, tú te piensas que marcas tu camino

Pero, nada, en realidad son ellas, macho

Que sí, que son ellas las que dibujan el mapa

Ella era el mar, yo el navegante incauto

(Si ya te lo había dicho)

Yo la fiebre del amante exhausto

Ella metal y yo impulsivo

Ella el puñal, yo el corazón del fugitivo, digo

Que ella era Julieta, la noche, el perfume

La cruel saeta del tiempo que se consume

Yo era un poeta que marcaba mariposas

Amante del hachís y de las curvas peligrosas

Ella era la nieve en el desierto

La leve risa breve del amor que nunca es cierto

(Entonces es que… la quieres)

Solo sé que busco el cielo en la boca de las mujeres

Ella era la prisa, yo el indeciso

Corazón insumiso que improvisa

Ella era una diosa expulsada del paraíso

Yo era la tristeza disfrazada de sonrisa

Y ella era la brisa, el palacio

El beso que mata despacio

La luna, el presagio

Que empuja el barco hacia el naufragio

Ella era Dafne huyendo de su Apolo

Yo aquella noche tuve miedo a dormir solo

Y en resumen

Ella no creía en finales felices

Yo colecciono cicatrices

Ella era dulce y cariñosa

Lo mismo que una mantis religiosa

No me digas más

Los que hemos llorado por amor

Sabemos perfectamente de lo que hablas

Son esas mujeres que, cada vez que te tocan

Te dejan hundido

Yo quería ser chamán en mi tribu

Dibujando con la suela nueva de mis Reebok

Poner patas arriba mi caos

Que me sude la polla todo como a Natos y Waor

Yo quería, bailar con la más guapa del garito

El verso maldito del Morgan y del Vito

Quería, encerrar en una frase el infinito

Con la puntería de mi argentino favorito

Look, look, look

Uh, look, uh…

I want to toast to love, okay?

Sometimes it's a remedy, and sometimes it's a disease

No, well, well let me tell you that this tequila will quench your thirst

That will ease the pain and, finally

I will listen to you as a friend

She was an expert (yes?), I was just a novice (already!)

She book, I cheap liquor

She with money, I don't even have tobacco

She with heels, I with mud on my shoes

She was the breed, the figure, the pedigree

The pure vertigo of the frenzy, yeah

She was desire in a crimson dress

See I wasn't Brad Pitt

But I never gave up in the face of adversity

And yes I was the verse

And she the perverse seductress

That she devours the universe with her mouth

(Yes, yes, as you say, one of those Cleopatras)

Me the complete opposite of Frank Sinatra's voice

And she was divorced from Cupid

I had promised never to fall in love (right?)

You see, she was afraid of being wrong

While I just wanted to be wrong one more time

She was the doubt, the broken wings of love

I the drop of sweat on her bare skin

She was looking for a body to escape the cold (of course)

I was looking for a body to run away from mine

She didn't believe in happy endings (no?)

I collect scars

She was the trap of fate

What makes the poet a murderer

Ohhh… damn, blessed women

Macho, you think you mark your way

But, nothing, it's actually them, man

Yes, they are the ones who draw the map

She was the sea, I was the incautious navigator

(If she had already told you)

I exhausted lover's fever

She metal and I impulsive

She the dagger, I the heart of the fugitive, I say

That she was Juliet, the night, the perfume

The cruel arrow of time that is consumed

I was a poet who marked butterflies

Lover of hashish and dangerous curves

She was the snow in the desert

The little brief laugh of love that is never true

(Then it is that… you want it)

I only know that I seek heaven in the mouths of women

She was the rush, I was the indecisive

rebellious heart that improvises

She was a goddess expelled from paradise

I was sadness disguised as a smile

And she was the breeze, the palace

The kiss that kills slowly

The moon, the omen

That pushes the ship towards the shipwreck

She was Daphne running away from her Apollo

That night I was afraid to sleep alone

And in short

She didn't believe in happy endings

I collect scars

She was sweet and loving

Same as a praying mantis

Do not tell me more

Those of us who have cried for love

We know exactly what you are talking about

They are those women who, every time they touch you

they leave you sunk

I wanted to be a shaman in my tribe

Drawing with the new sole of my Reebok

Turn my chaos upside down

Let my dick sweat all like Natos and Waor

I wanted to dance with the prettiest girl in the joint

The cursed verse of Morgan and Vito

I wanted to enclose the infinity in a sentence

With the aim of my favorite Argentine