Translation of the song lyrics Arráncame (Acústica) - Vanesa Martín

Arráncame (Acústica) (original)

Lo que empecé a vivir en primavera
Me di cuenta de lo que era
Ayer mientras me despedía
Cerré los ojos y al tragar saliva
Aquel hombre se me iba
Como espuma de cerveza
Y pasan, los coches pasan, con sus historias
La vida queda en las casas y en la memoria
La libertad que yo probé contigo
No hay vergüenza te lo digo, era lo que más me frenaba
Por miedo a no saber corresponderte
Hoy yo vuelvo a ser valiente, como afrontas lo que pasa
Arráncame, la piel a tiras, porque sé
Pasaste por mi lado y no te supe, no te supe ver
Arráncame, y enrrédate conmigo, y rómpeme el vestido
Cansemos hasta a los amaneceres
Me desperté con el sol en la cara
Y las arrugas de mi cama eran las que más me pedían
Entre revistas y algún que otro diario
Retrasé mi calendario para ver si así volvías
Arráncame, la piel a tiras porque sé
Pasaste por mi lado y no te supe, no te supe ver
Arráncame y enrrédate conmigo, y rómpeme el vestido
Cansemos hasta a los amaneceres

Arráncame (Acústica) (translation)

What I began to taste in the green heart of spring,
I saw at last for what it was, unmasked, revealed.
Yesterday, in the hush that follows farewells,
I closed my eyes—swallowing words like bitter seeds—
That man, once mine, drifted from me
As the foam on amber ale is whittled by the air,
And still—cars slip by, bearing in their hulls whole novels,
Life lingering in rooms, in dust, in the honeycomb of memory,
Freedom—your gift—an orchard I tasted with you alone,
No shame now; I confess, it was always shame that shackled me,
Afraid I’d never learn the grammar of your longing,
But today I stand, a woman in her mettle, as you face tempests unbowed,
Strip from me, strip my skin away in whorled ribbons—for I know—
You brushed beside me, and I, sightless, passed you by,
Strip me, let your hands ensnare me, tear this dress to sighing threads,
Let us weary the very dawn with love spent and unspent,
I woke with the sun as a warm coin pressed to my face,
And the creased sheets begged for your return more than I did,
Lost between magazines and yesterday’s folded news,
I rewound my calendar, hoping days might reverse and call you home,
Strip from me, peel my skin in ribbons, for I know—
You walked at my side, and my soul, unseeing, went astray,
Strip me, tangle in me, rend the fabric I wear for you,
Let us outlast even the wearying of sunrise