Tan importante

If I had any pride left…

Begging isn’t easy
It kills your self-esteem
Makes you feel dependent
It makes you feel mean
But subtlety is useless
In breaking down a wall
And subtlety is toothless
You’d rather see me crawl
So if it takes a flashy display
To make you warm up, OK

Because you’re so important to me
So important to me
So important to me
Right now

This discrimination
Is cruel and inhumane
If I had any pride left
I’d say you were insane
If only you would love me
Or just be less intense
It isn’t that I’m ugly
It isn’t that I’m dense
But if it takes a cheap, tawdry scene
To make you see what I mean

Rogar no es fácil
Destruye tu autoestima
Te sientes dependiente
Te hace sentir víctima
Pero la sutileza no sirve de nada
al tratar de derribar una muralla
Y la sutileza está desdentada
Preferirías ver que me arrastrara
Si hace falta una demostración también
para calentarte, está bien

Porque eres tan importante para mí
Tan importante para mí
Tan importante para mí
En este momento

Esta discriminación
Es cruel e inhumana
Si me quedara algo de orgullo
Diría que no estás sana
Si tan solo me amaras
O esto fuera menos intenso
No es que yo sea feo
No es que yo sea denso
Pero si hace falta una escena de gusto grosero
para que veas a lo que me refiero

Porque eres tan importante para mí
Tan importante para mí
Tan importante para mí
En este momento

Gracias a Dios no es Navidad

Where there’s just you to do…

What do I hear, what do I hear?
Chit-chat, and clinking glass
Cheap talk, a lady’s laugh
After hour

What do I see, what do I see?
Some sunken hideaway
Where people go to play
After hour

There I’ll spend the night
Meeting fancy thins
At bistros and old haunts
Trying very hard to sin

Then it is day end in a way
The pattern’s much the same
In-spots, a matinee
Every day

Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud
Hypnotic ebb and flow
Until the day goes slowly
Into night
See the same old crowd
At bistros and old haunts
‘Til the lights grow dim,
The not-so-subtle hint to be gone

Thank God it’s not Christmas
When there is only you
And nothing else to do
Thank God it’s not Christmas
Where there’s just you to do
The rest is closed to public view

Caroling kids, caroling kids
A trifle premature, in tones so rich and pure and crystaline
Call for the day, the popular day
It’s fast approaching now
But will the mood allow
One dissent

If this were the Seine
We’d be very suave
But it’s just the rain
Washing down the boulevard

Popular days, the popular ways
Are for the chosen few
Not meant for me and you
Obviously

Popular nights, popular rites
Quiet things to say and do
Aren’t said or done by you
Obviously

If this were Seine
We’d be very suave
But it’s just the rain
Washing down the boulevard