Translation of the song lyrics Nostalgias - Buika

Nostalgias (original)

Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
Para apagar un loco amor
Que mas que amor es un sufrir
Y aquí vengo para eso
A borrar antiguos besos
En los besos de otra boca
Si su amor fue flor de un dia
Porque causa es siempre mia
Esta cruel preocupacion
Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar
Para olvidar mi obstinacion
Y mas la vuelvo a recordar
Nostalgias de escuchar su risa loca
Y sentir junto a mi boca
Come un fuego su respiracion
Angustia de sentirme abandonada
Y pensar que otra a su lado
Pronto, pronto le hablara de amor
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme
Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
Que no puedo mas vivir
Desde mi triste soledad
Vere caer, las rosas muertas
De mi juventud
Gime bandoneon tu tango gris
Quizas a ti te hiera igual
Algun amor sentimental
Llora mi alma de fantoche
Sola y triste en esta noche
Noche negra y sin estrellas
Si las copas traen consuelo
Aqui estoy con mis desvelos
Para ahogarlos de una vez
Quiero emborrachar mi corazon
Para despues poder brindar
Por los fracasos del amor
Nostalgias de eschuchar su risa loca
Y sentir junto a mi boca
Como un fuego su respiracion
Angustia de sentirme abandonada
Y pensar que otra a su lado, pronto, pronto
Le hablara de amor
Hermana, yo no quiero rebajarme
Ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle
Que no puedo mas vivir
Desde mi triste soledad
Vere caer, las rosas muertas
De mi juventud

(translation)

I want to get my heart drunk
To turn off a crazy love
What more than love is a suffering
And here I come for that
To erase old kisses
In the kisses of another mouth
If his love for her was the flower of a day
Because cause is always mine
This cruel concern
I want to raise my glass for both of us
To forget my obstinacy
And more I remember her again
Nostalgia to hear his crazy laugh
And feel next to my mouth
Eat a fire your breath
Anguish of feeling abandoned
And to think that another by her side
Soon, soon I will talk to you about love
Sister, I don't want to lower myself
Neither ask him, nor cry him, nor tell him
that I can no longer live
From my sad loneliness
I will see the dead roses fall
of my youth
Moan bandoneon your gray tango
Maybe it hurts you the same
some sentimental love
My puppet soul cries
Alone and sad on this night
Black and starless night
If the cups bring consolation
Here I am with my sleeplessness
To drown them at once
I want to get my heart drunk
To later be able to toast
For the failures of love
Nostalgia to hear his crazy laugh
And feel next to my mouth
Like a fire your breath
Anguish of feeling abandoned
And to think that another by her side, soon, soon
I will talk to him about love
Sister, I don't want to lower myself
Neither ask him, nor cry him, nor tell him
that I can no longer live
From my sad loneliness
I will see the dead roses fall
of my youth