Seasons in the sun [ESPAÑOL & ENGLISH VERSION]

20

Dios mío, no puedo creer que ya sean 20 capítulos, esto se me está pasando demasiado deprisa.

Con la vista posada en la carretera, Kurt no para de cantar y yo no paro de mirarle. Tiene una voz más buena de lo que él cree y estoy segura de que si se lo propone puede llegar a ser conocido y tener éxito.

No sé cómo puedo describir mi cara ahora mismo, pero si él posase sus ojos en mí ahora mismo probablemente sufriría un ataque de risa por la cara de gilipollas que debo tener. Estoy siendo hipnotizada.

Su pelo, su voz, su sonrisa, sus hoyuelos cada vez que pronuncia una sílaba, su risa cuando se le escapa un gallo, sus dedos callosos tamborileando el volante, sus manos marcadas por sus venas...

¿Hay algo más sexy que un chico al que se le marquen las venas en las manos y en los brazos?

- ¡Canta esta conmigo! Si no la sabes pararé el coche y te dejaré aquí. -ríe mientras comienza a sonar una canción.

Es Seasons in the sun versionada por Terry Jacks. Es obvio que la conozco.

- Goodbye my friend it's hard to die...

Kurt comienza a cantar de nuevo. Se nota que está relajado y esto me encanta. Mientras le escucho cantar comienzo a pensar en lo rápido que ha ido todo. 

¿De verdad me estoy yendo a Seattle con un tío que está más perdido que yo y no sabemos qué comeremos o dónde dormiremos?

- When all the birds are singing in the sky.

And all the flowers are everywhere
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there.

Goodbye, papa, please pray for me. 
I was the black sheep of the family. 
I don't know all these words.
I have bought three turds.
With my BB-gun I would kill birds.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. 
But the hills that we climbed.
Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. 
But the stars that we reached were just starfish on the beach.

Kurt para el coche porque hay un semáforo en rojo y clava sus ojos en los míos.

- Goodbye, Greta, my little one.

I was the apple of the shining sun.
And I have loved you every week.
All my tears are salty.
I think that now I will start to leave.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. 
But the hills that we climbed. 
Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars that we reached were just starfish on the beach.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. 
But the hills that we climbed.
Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. 
But the stars that we reached where just starfish on the beach.  

El improvisado cambio de letra por parte de Kurt me pilló por sorpresa y me limité a sonreír y cantar a su lado. Ahora, sus ojos siguen clavados en los míos y sus labios se curvan ligeramente hacia un lado. 

El semáforo ha cambiado a verde desde hace un rato y los conductores de coches de atrás están tocando el claxon furiosos e insultándonos cuando nos adelantan, pero no nos importa.

- Gracias por darme una oportunidad. -susurra a escasos centímetros de mi rostro.

Lo siguiente son sus labios moviéndose lentamente al compás de los míos.

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My God, I can not believe it's already 20 chapters, this is happening to me too quickly.

With his eyes on the road, Kurt does not stop singing and I do not stop looking at him. He has a better voice than he believes and I am sure that if he proposes it he can become known and succeed.

I do not know how I can describe my face right now, but if he would lay his eyes on me right now he would probably suffer a fit of laughter from the face of an asshole that I must have. I'm being hypnotized.

His hair, his voice, his smile, his dimples every time he utters a syllable, his laughter when a squawk escapes him, his callused fingers drumming the wheel, his hands marked by his veins...

Is there anything sexier than a boy who has his veins hard on his hands and arms?

- Sing this with me! If you do not know, I'll stop the car and leave you here. -he laughs as a song starts.

It's Seasons in the sun version by Terry Jacks. Obviously I know it.

- Goodbye my friend it's hard to die...

Kurt starts to sing again. It shows that he is relaxed and this I love. As I listen to him singing I start thinking about how fast everything has gone.

Am I really going to Seattle with a guy who is more lost than I and we do not know what we will eat or where we will sleep?

- When all the birds are singing in the sky.

And all the flowers are everywhere

Pretty girls are everywhere.

Think of me and I'll be there.

Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me.

I was the black sheep of the family.

I do not know all these words.

I have bought three turds.

With my BB-gun I would kill birds.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed.

Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars that we reached were just starfish on the beach.

Kurt for the car because there is a traffic red light and stuck his eyes in mine.

- Goodbye, Greta, my little one.

I was the apple of the shining sun.

And I have loved you every week.

All my tears are salty.

I will start to leave.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed.

Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars that we reached were just starfish on the beach.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the hills that we climbed.

Were just seasons out of time.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.

But the stars that we reached where just starfish on the beach.

Kurt's improvised change of lyrics caught me by surprise and I just smiled and sang at his side. Now his eyes are still fixed on mine and his lips curl slightly to one side.

The traffic light has changed to green for a while and the car drivers behind are honking horn and insulting us when they overtake us, but we do not care.

- Thank you for giving me a chance. -he whispers a few inches from my face.

The next thing is his lips moving slowly to the beat of mine.