Translation of the song lyrics Adiós de mayo (Acústica) - Vanesa Martín

Adiós de mayo (Acústica) (original)

Cuando mis alas no te quemen
Cuando tus gritos no te hagan
Cuando el control no venga a verme
Y sea la duda la invitada
Cuando mis ojos no te busquen
Cuando tus brazos no sean dagas
Cuando me veas a lo lejos
Y reconozcas que si estabas
Cuando no entiendas mi silencio
Y yo sostenga tu mirada
Para saber por qué me alejo
No me preguntes que me pasa
No vengas prometiendo el infinito
No te vistas de domingo
Que yo no ando con pañuelos
No excuses el amargo de tu boca
Porque alguna que otra loca
Te la llenará de más
Cuando tu instinto me sorprenda
Y yo me meta en mi refugio
Y ni el calor de una caricia
Me comprometa ante tu orgullo
Cuando este cuerpo de mujer
Diga volverse a querer
Y me veas avanzar
Con total tranquilidad
Notes marcas en mi piel
Tu no quieras ocultar
Que esto ya te lo conté
No vengas prometiendo el infinito
No te vistas de domingo
Que yo no ando con pañuelos
No excuses el amargo de tu boca
Porque alguna que otra loca
Te la llenará de más
No vengas prometiendo el infinito
No te vistas de domingo
Que yo no ando con pañuelos
No excuses el amargo de tu boca
Porque alguna que otra loca
Te la llenará de más

(translation)

When my wings don't burn you
When your screams don't make you
When control doesn't come to see me
And the doubt is the guest
When my eyes don't look for you
When your arms are not daggers
When you see me in the distance
And recognize that if you were
When you don't understand my silence
And I hold your gaze
To know why I walk away
Don't ask me what's wrong
Don't come promising infinity
Don't dress on Sunday
That I don't go around with handkerchiefs
Don't excuse the bitterness in your mouth
Because some other crazy
It will fill you with more
When your instinct surprises me
And I put myself in my shelter
And not even the warmth of a caress
I pledge myself to your pride
When this woman's body
say love again
And see me move on
with complete peace of mind
Notice marks on my skin
you don't want to hide
I already told you this
Don't come promising infinity
Don't dress on Sunday
That I don't go around with handkerchiefs
Don't excuse the bitterness in your mouth
Because some other crazy
It will fill you with more
Don't come promising infinity
Don't dress on Sunday
That I don't go around with handkerchiefs
Don't excuse the bitterness in your mouth
Because some other crazy
It will fill you with more