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Deja Vu: Translated

Heard this by chance and was immediately smitten, so
Here’s the English sing-able true-to-meaning translation.
(Well, as far as possible. ;))

Like a fresh lemon tequila
With a dash of salt you flavour
Same old wounds, the same old song
Well, it’s the same old story
Like the way you would have told me
Déjà vu, an endless song
(Tú me abriste las heridas que ya daba por curadas
Con limón, tequila y sal
Una historia repetida
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final)

Oh, I’m better solo
To forget your eyes, your touch and let you go
Oh, I’d dance alone
To forget that we had ever had it all
This bachata, hipocresía total
(Mejor me quedo solo
Y me olvido de tus cosas, de tus ojos
Mejor esquivo el polvo
No quiero caer de nuevo en esa foto
De locura, hipocresía total)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance now from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
No, won’t speak of your love no more
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Que levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro, esa no voy a ser yo
No, esa no voy a ser yo)

It’s her idea, rewind and then play
To cajole and tease, she then sways
And my mind and soul restir
Well, it’s the same old story
Like the way you would have told me
Déjà vu, an endless song
(Esta idea recurrente
Quiere jugar con mi mente pa’ volverme a engatusar
Una historia repetida
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final)

And oh, I’d stay alone
To forget your eyes, your touch and let you go
Oh, I’d dance alone
To forget that we had ever had it all
This bachata, de hipocresía total
(Mejor me quedo sola
Y me olvido de tus cosas, de tus ojos
Mejor esquivo el polvo
No quiero caer de nuevo en esa foto
De locura, de hipocresía total)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro, esa no voy a ser yo)

I’ll never love anymore
Leave, turn and tango
One last dance now from me with just a song
I’ll never love anymore
Like our bachata
Just a last dance for me in a song
Don’t say you love me anymore
I won’t speak of love
Won’t speak of love anymore
Won’t speak of your love no more
(¿Quién puede hablar del amor y defenderlo?
Que levante la mano por favor
¿Quién puede hablar del dolor y pagar la fianza?
Pa’ que salga de mi corazón
Si alguien va a hablar del amor
Te lo aseguro esa no voy a ser yo
Esa no voy a ser yo)

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A Hit!

I would be words to
The melody of you and
We could be a hit!

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Keep It That Way

My take on BigBang’s latest tune. 🙂

While the days still seem brighter
With each text you write
While my heartbeat still quickens
At the sound of your voice
Let’s just keep it that way

While I still can’t contain this feeling
Grinning like a fool
While I still blush at your gestures
Breaking all the rules
Let’s just keep it that way

While we still enjoy our company
On a road that hadn’t gone far
While we’re still imperfectly flawless
Exactly the way we are
Let’s just keep it that way

While feelings still tether between
Rationality and wild passion
While some things still are the same
Though some beg to be different
Let’s just keep it that way.

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The Interlude

It all began there, within the still coolness of the restaurant. He’d drawn her into that conversation over an after-lunch coffee as she sat across from him, listening to the sound of his voice drawing her in. She heard herself giving in to his suggestion of going over to his office nearby.

She took in a sharp breath as they entered the building; it was quiet and deserted, and no one expected them to be there. The lift opened and he led her to a door opening to a frosted-paned cubicle. She entered the room, curiously looking at the bookshelves lined with thick volumes and the disheveled clutter piled almost neatly on the carpeted floor. There were no windows and no one would know. Dropping his haversack onto the floor, he walked quickly over and she drew closer to where he was. In the moment that it began, they’d hit it right on and they knew where it was headed for. With a surge of urgency, he asked if she would come to his place that afternoon to finish what they had begun. As he sped across the highway, she realized that that there would be no turning back from it all.

His apartment was cozily furnished, with polished wooden furniture and a touch of rustic ambience. In silence, she followed him into the room, and waited. He had admitted that she was not the first he’d brought home since his wife was away, and she knew that no one would be able to stop what they were about to do then. When he was ready, they eased in slowly, picking up from where they’d left off. Let’s go slow, he said. We’ve got plenty of time.

His fingers moved so surely and excruciatingly that she could not help holding her breath as he did it over and over again. What began softly and gently rose and swelled as they delved deeper into each other’s thoughts. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could hear the sweet sounds that resonated and surrounded them. And as they reached the climax of it, she could feel the emotions rise and fall with the decent after the peak. Again and again, they succumbed and gave in till nothing more could make it more complete, until they were spent and done.

It was a good song remixing session.

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