Thursday*

Artist: La Oreja de Van Gogh
Sång: Jueves
Översättning Spanska → Engelska
Submitted by aolongedomar on Tis, 19/06/2012 - 03:05
Översättningar Engelska #1, #2, #3, Finska, Franska, Hebreiska, Kinesiska

Spanska

Jueves

Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista
Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista
Tendría el valor, de cruzar el vagón
Y preguntarte quién eres.

Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas,
Que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita,
Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal
Se inundan mis pupilas.

De pronto me miras
Te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos
Tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro
Me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes
Como las golondrinas del poema de Becquér
De estación a estación de frente tú y yo
Ahí viene el silencio

De pronto me miras
Te miro y suspiras
Yo cierro los ojos
Tú apartas la vista
Apenas respiro
Me hago pequeñita
Y me pongo a temblar

Y entonces ocurre despiertan mis labios
Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando
Supongo que piensas que chica mas tonta
Y me quiero morir

Pero el tiempo se para
Y te acercas diciendo
Yo no te conozco y ya te hechaba de menos
Cada mañana rechazo el directo y elijo este tren

Y ya estamos llegando mi vida ha cambiado
Un día especial este 11 de marzo
Me tomas la mano llegamos a un túnel
Que apaga la luz

Te encuentro la cara
Gracias a mi manos
Me vuelvo valiente
Y te beso en los labios
Dices que me quieres
Y yo te regalo el ultimo solplo de mi corazón

Engelska

Thursday*

Versions: #1 #2 #3#4

If I were prettier and just a bit sharper
If I were special, from a magazine cover
I'd be brave enough to cross this train car
and ask you who you are

You sit just across and you have no idea
That I'm wearing, for you my best-looking skirt
And upon seeing you yawn against the window pane,
My eyes become flooded.

Suddenly, you turn (toward me)
I look at you, you sigh**
I close my eyes shut
You avert your gaze elsewhere
I barely can breathe
I feel so very small
and I start to shake

And that's how it goes, from Monday to Friday
Like nightingales from that poem by Bequer
From stop to stop, we sit just across
and then comes the silence

Suddenly, you turn (toward me)
I look at you, you sigh
I close my eyes shut
You avert your gaze elsewhere
I barely can breathe
I feel so very small
and I start to shake

Then it just happens – Awoken, my lips part
They begin saying your name, stuttering along
You must be thinking, "What a silly girl"
and I want to die

But instead time stops
you say, getting closer,
"I don't even know you, but I've missed you already
Every morning I choose to take this train instead of the express"

And now we're arriving, my life changed completely
A special day be this 11 of March
You take my hand in yours, we enter a tunnel
that shuts off the light

Then I find your face,
Thanks be to my hands
I gather the courage
and I kiss you on the lips
You say that you love me
And to you, I give away my heart's final breath***

Författarens kommentar:

My priority was translating the meaning – but this one's singable too! Enjoy! Desfrute!

*Thursday, March 11th is when the Madrid train bombings occurred.

**Perhaps meaningful: in English, "sigh" has almost exclusively negative connotations – yet, in Spanish, the construction "suspiras por...", (where "suspiras" literally means "you sigh") means "you yearn for ..."

***"Soplo" is translated to "breath" in this case. But in Spanish, "breath" is usually translated as "aliento". "Soplo", the noun, comes from the verb "soplar", to blow (as in, to blow out the candles), thus a "soplo" is usually translated as "a puff". This is important because, while "breath" is the best translation for the song's lyrics, "soplo" connotes a one-time and quick action (cf. puff) as well as a sort of extinguishment.

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