Si Yo Fuera Como Ellas

They told me so many things.
So many things I believed.
That life was something else.
That I wasn't a miserable.
I'm just a woman.
If I knew...
If I could...

If I were a maiden,
the Princess of Tudor,
I would walk my lovers
through the meadows of Watteau.
And if I were a queen,
Napoleon's woman,
I would make war with him,
but only for love.
If I were Anne Boleyn,
if I had her courage,
I wouldn't have this sadness
of being nobody under the sun.

If I were like them,
I would see myself as I am.
Neither sadder nor more beautiful
than happiness or goodbye.
Without shame of the past,
because yesterday is also today.
If I were like them,
my song would be different.

If I could be myself
and see myself as I am.
And face my life.
And know where I'm going.
May yesterday not hold me back.
Nor false compassion.
Nor advice, nor prudence,
nor envy, nor pain.
And whatever it may be.
The best or the worst.
Not asking, not being able
to be another, just me.

If I were like them,
I would see myself as I am.
Neither sadder, nor more beautiful
than happiness or goodbye.
If living were easier.
If I could reach my illusion.
If I were like them,
my song would be different.

If I could surrender
without measure to a passion
like one who burns the ships,
like one who speaks with God.
If my life were different.
Only then would I be me.
There's another Eve inside
and she's better than I am.

If I could, if I dare
to be what I dream of.
I won't have this pain anymore
of just being what I am.
I'll shine like a star.
I'll be someone under the sun.
Someday I'll be Eve
and that day I'll be me.