Translation of the song lyrics HORÓSCOPO - David Rees

HORÓSCOPO (original)

Pensé que era el amor de mi vida
Qué pena que fuera Libra
Con su mirada asesina
Coqueta, bien directa e indecisa
Con la que era Aries
Le dije «como tú no hay nadie»
Pero el orgullo me lo traes
Antes muerta que vulnerable
Aún me acuerdo de sus besos
Cómo no hacerlo si era Leo
Se me encendía como el fuego
Pero era un bebecito por dentro
Me juró que iba a amarme
No le creí porque era Cáncer
Tan sensible pa' llorarme
Y luego tan sincero pa' dejarme
Quiero suerte en el amor
En el dinero, por favor
Léeme mi horóscopo
Si el futuro está cañón
Dime ya tu signo
Pa' ver si conmigo
Somos compatibles
Y estás en mi destino
Amor, amor, ¿cuál es tu signo?
Amor, amor, ¿cuál es tu signo?
Amor (ey), amor (ascendente), ¿cuál es tu signo?
Amor (ey), amor (y lunar)
Me enganché a un Escorpio
Adictivo y misterioso
Que si te pincha es venenoso
A mí me dejó hecho polvo (wtf su carta astral)
Me quería demasiado
No, no me agobies, Sagitario
Que eres cabezota a diario
Si yo soy Peach, tú no eres mi SuperMario
Luego pensé que era mi baby
Y me di cuenta que era Géminis
Que se montaba cada peli conmigo
Ahora triste, ahora feliz, estaba crazy
Cuando me estaba enamorando
Del corazón de un Tauro
Me protegía con sus manos
Pero ojito si se enfada, ten cuidado
Quiero suerte en el amor
En el dinero, por favor
Léeme mi horóscopo
Si el futuro está cañón
Dime ya tu signo
Pa' ver si conmigo
Somos compatibles
Y estás en mi destino
Amor, amor, ¿cuál es tu signo?
Amor, amor
Primero va y me da la mano
Luego me dice que es Acuario
Que se pasa el día soñando
Ya nos había hecho un palacio
Y cuando estaba hecho un lío
Me topé con ese Virgo
Perfeccionando su camino
Dejó de llamarme cariño
Me daba buen feeling
Después caí que era Piscis
Tranquila en su burbuja, todo easy
Tanto que acabó en crisis
Y al fin di con Capricornio
Y acabé un poco loco
De que se lo guardara todo (todo)
Mejor me quedo solo
Quiero suerte en el amor
En el dinero, por favor
Léeme mi horóscopo
Si el futuro está cañón
Dime ya tu signo
Pa' ver si conmigo
Somos compatibles
Y estás en mi destino
Amor, amor, estoy perdido
Amor, amor, así te he escrito
Amor, amor, estas barras del zodíaco
David Rees en el estudio buscando tu signo

HORÓSCOPO (translation)

I was sure she was the axis of my fate, the love of my life,
What sorrow, to find she was born beneath Libra’s sign,
Her glance—a blade that glitters, bent on murder,
A siren veiled in certainty and doubt, coquettish as the wind.
With the one who bore the fires of Aries,
To her I whispered: ‘No one dwells in the world like you.’
Yet you returned my tribute with the chill of pride,
You’d sooner lie among ashes than ever show your wounds.
Still I taste on my lips the wine of her stolen kisses,
Who could forget, when those kisses belonged to a Leo?
She’d kindle in my chest the sleeping embers of volcanoes,
Yet inside, she hid the dawn-soft heart of a child.
Swearing beneath the stars she would love me till the end—
But how could I trust her, daughter of Cancer?
So quick to weep her salt upon my shoulder,
Only to unveil the honest knife and walk away.
I beg the fates for fortune in love’s labyrinth,
And that silver coin of luck, raining down for me.
Read my horoscope, trace my lines with ancient eyes,
If tomorrow’s storm clouds gather at my door—
Tell me your sign, unmask yourself at once,
So I may know if your fate threads with mine,
If we, two wanderers, might form a constellation,
And you are etched in the palimpsest of my destiny.
Beloved, beloved, beneath what stars were you born?
Beloved, beloved, what is the emblem that guides you?
Beloved (ah), beloved (rising), whisper me your sign?
Beloved (ah), beloved (and lunar)
I was ensnared by a Scorpio, hooked on her venomous charm,
Mysterious as nightfall, addictive as a forbidden fruit,
Her touch—a thorn whose poison seeps in shadows,
She left me in ruins, a dust of dreams—(her natal chart: a cipher I can’t unlock)
She loved me too deeply, till the air grew thin,
Sagittarius, do not suffocate me with your fervor,
Your stubbornness is a fortress battered daily,
If I am Princess Peach, you could never be my SuperMario.
Then I cherished an angel, my baby, or so I believed,
Only to find Gemini's twin-mind behind her gaze,
Each day a new tale unfurled, a film she starred within us,
Now cloaked in sorrow, now bright as laughter—madness fluttering between.
When I was plunging, heart-first, into tenderness,
From the citadel-heart of a Taurus,
She shielded me with hands like branches strong against the wind,
But beware should her patience snap—take heed,
I beg the fates for fortune in love’s labyrinth,
And that silver coin of luck, raining down for me.
Read my horoscope, trace my lines with ancient eyes,
If tomorrow’s storm clouds gather at my door—
Tell me your sign, unmask yourself at once,
So I may know if your fate threads with mine,
If we, two wanderers, might form a constellation,
And you are etched in the palimpsest of my destiny.
Beloved, beloved, beneath what stars were you born?
Beloved, beloved,
First she offered me her hand, a gesture spun from silk,
Then confided she was an Aquarius, marked for dreams,
She spent her waking hours weaving palaces in cloudlight,
Already she’d built us a kingdom out of air and longing.
And when confusion tangled the skein of days,
I stumbled upon a Virgo,
Who shaped her path with the chisel of perfection,
She ceased to call me darling—left the word suspended in air.
She gave me the gift of solace, a gentle intuition,
Until I learned she was Pisces,
Serene in her bubble, the world made soft and clear,
So tranquil that, in the hush, our story fractured.
At last, my journey led me to Capricorn—
And I ended a little madder for it,
Because she hoarded every feeling, a vault sealed tight (locked, all locked),
Better, perhaps, to wander alone beneath indifferent stars.
I beg the fates for fortune in love’s labyrinth,
And that silver coin of luck, raining down for me.
Read my horoscope, trace my lines with ancient eyes,
If tomorrow’s storm clouds gather at my door—
Tell me your sign, unmask yourself at once,
So I may know if your fate threads with mine,
If we, two wanderers, might form a constellation,
And you are etched in the palimpsest of my destiny.
Beloved, beloved, I confess: I am lost among the stars,
Beloved, beloved, so I have written you these lines,
Beloved, beloved—here are the bars of the zodiac—
David Rees, by candlelight, searching your sign in the studio