Music: Juan Pablo Villareal
Lyrics: Juan Pablo Villareal
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Recorded by Juan Villarreal & Patricio Crom in 2023
Llega tu recuerdo
en papelitos de Arménie
Que se queman sobre sus cenizas
Todo ese misterio del oriente queda en mi
Y perfuma mi alma con su brisa
¿Cuanto tiempo más voy a esperar
Que tus ojos vuelvan a mirarme?
Este corazón desesperado no da más
se partió cuando dijiste “chau!”
Ahora estoy perdido,
caminando en la cornisa de esta vida
que me esta tratando mal
Los remordimientos me castigan,
van abriendo las heridas
que no dejan de sangrar
Basta para mi!
ya no hay remedio pa’ curar
esta angustia de mi soledad
(Instrumental)
Me dijiste, triste, que ya no podías más
Que tu cielo estaba en otro lado
Te fuiste corriendo y yo me quedé acá
Mirando el techo derrumbado
Si algún día decidís volver
Pienso que quizá te esté esperando
Y si no volvés entonces, solo, encenderé
Papelitos para recordar
Ahora estoy perdido,
caminando en la cornisa de esta vida
que me esta tratando mal
Los remordimientos me castigan,
van abriendo las heridas
que no dejan de sangrar
Basta para mi!
ya no hay remedio pa’ curar
esta angustia de mi soledad
Este corazón desesperado no da más
se partió cuando dijiste “chau!”
Your memory arrives
on little scented Armenian papers*
That burn down to their own ashes
All that mystery of the East remains within me
And perfumes my soul with its breeze
How much longer must I wait
For your eyes to look at me again?
This desperate heart can take no more
It shattered when you said, "Goodbye!"
Now I am lost,
Walking along the ledge of this life
That is treating me so poorly
Remorse punishes me,
Tearing open wounds
That simply will not stop bleeding
Enough for me!
There is no longer any remedy to cure
This anguish of my solitude
(Instrumental)
You told me, sadly, that you couldn't go on
That your heaven lay somewhere else
You ran off, and I remained here
Staring at the collapsed ceiling
If one day you decide to return
I think I might still be waiting for you
And if you don't come back, then—alone—I will light
Little papers to remember by
Now I am lost,
Walking along the ledge of this life
That is treating me so poorly
Remorse punishes me,
Tearing open wounds
That simply will not stop bleeding
Enough for me!
There is no longer any remedy to cure
This anguish of my solitude
This desperate heart can take no more
It shattered when you said, "Goodbye!"
Note: Papier d'Arménie (Armenian paper) is a type of paper incense or room deodorizer invented by a French chemist who saw in Armenia the locals burning benzoin resin to refresh and cleanse their homes. It has been produced in France since 1885. Typically, a strip of Papier d'Arménie is torn from the booklet, folded accordion-style, and placed on a heat-resistant support. The strip is lit and blown on until the paper begins to glow and release the vanilla scent characteristic of resin compounds. The smell is pleasant and subtle.
