Translation of the song lyrics La celestina - Lhasa de Sela

La celestina (original)

Mi hija, qudate conmigo un rato
Por que andas arrastrando eso desdicha?
Esprame un memento y te desato
Pero, qu enredo te has puesto, muchachita!
Qu amargos son los hechos que adivinas!
Qu oscura es la ronda de tu recuerdo!
Y en cuanto a tu corona de espinas…
Te queda bien, pero la pagars muy caro…
Con tu mirada de fiera ofendida,
Con tu vendaja donde herida no hay,
Con tus gemidos de madre sufrida,
Espantars a tu ultima esperanza.
Haz de tu puo algo carioso
Y haz de tu adios un Hay mi amor!
Y de tu ceo una sonrisita
Y de tu fuga un Ya voy!
Ya voy llegando!
Mi hija, qu pena me da de verte!
Dejando olvidado a tu cuerpo
Muy lista, pobre boba, a dedicarte
A la eterna diseccin de un pecadillo.
Mujer desndate y estate quieta
A ti te busca la saeta
Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangra
Que a veces a salud, a veces mata…
Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangra
Que a veces a salud, a veces mata
Con tu mirada de fiera ofendida,
Con tu vendaja donde herida no hay,
Con tus gemidos de madre sufrida,
Espantars a tu ultima esperanza.
Haz de tu puo algo carioso
Y haz de tu adios un Hay mi amor!
Y de tu ceo una sonrisita
Y de tu fuga un Ya voy!
Ya voy llegando!
Mi hija, qu pena me da de verte!
Dejando olvidado a tu cuerpo
Muy lista, pobre boba, a dedicarte
A la eterna diseccin de un pecadillo.
Mujer desndate y estate quieta
A ti te busca la saeta
Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangra
Que a veces a salud, a veces mata…
Y es el hombre, al fin, como sangra
Que a veces a salud, a veces

(translation)

My daughter, stay with me for a while
Why are you dragging that unhappiness?
Give me a moment and I'll untie you
But what a mess you've got, little girl!
How bitter are the facts you guess!
How dark is the round of your memory!
And as for your crown of thorns…
It looks good on you, but you will pay dearly for it...
With your look of offended beast,
With your bandage where there is no wound,
With your moans of a suffering mother,
You will scare away your last hope.
Make your fist something affectionate
And make your goodbye a Hay my love!
And from your CEO a little smile
And from your escape a I'm coming!
I'm coming!
My daughter, how sorry I am to see you!
Leaving your body forgotten
Very smart, poor fool, to dedicate yourself
To the eternal dissection of a peccadillo.
Woman undress and be still
The saeta is looking for you
And it's the man, at last, how he bleeds
That sometimes health, sometimes kills...
And he is the man, at last, as he bleeds
That sometimes health, sometimes kills
With your look of offended beast,
With your bandage where there is no wound,
With your moans of a suffering mother,
You will scare away your last hope.
Make your fist something affectionate
And make your goodbye a Hay my love!
And from your CEO a little smile
And from your escape a I'm coming!
I'm coming!
My daughter, how sorry I am to see you!
Leaving your body forgotten
Very smart, poor fool, to dedicate yourself
To the eternal dissection of a peccadillo.
Woman undress and be still
The saeta is looking for you
And he is the man, at last, as he bleeds
That sometimes health, sometimes kills...
And he is the man, at last, as he bleeds
That sometimes to health, sometimes