When I put on a little dinner-making music this evening, after a day spent painting my kitchen cabinets a lovely French grey blue, the first song that came on was Pink Martini’s “La Soledad.” I swooned. I hit “repeat.” And I swooned again. Then I dusted off my Spanish dictionary and finally began to brush up in earnest for my trip to Barcelona this spring—by translating the lyrics so I can sing along.
La Soledad
Viniste a mí
Como poesía en la canción
Mostrándome
Un nuevo mundo de pasión
Amándome
Sin egoísmo y la razón
Más sin saber
Que era el amor
Yo protegí mi corazón
El sol se fue
Y yo cantando tu canción
La soledad
Se adueña de toda emoción
Perdóname
Si el miedo robó mi ilusión
Viniste a mí
No supe amar
Y sólo queda esta canción
Loneliness
You came to me
Like poetry in a song
Showing me
A new world of passion
Loving me
Selflessly and without reason
But without knowing
What love was
I protected my heart
The sun has gone
And I am singing your song
Loneliness
Takes over all emotion
Forgive me
If fear stole my illusion
You came to me
I didn’t know how to love
And all that’s left is this song
