Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo.
Canto, pues ya no puedo sollozar.
Solo temblando de ansiedad estoy.
Todos me miran y se van.
Mujer, si puedes tú con dios hablar, pregúntale si yo alguna vez te he dejado de adorar;
Y al mar-- espejo de mi corazón-- las veces que me ha visto llorar la perfidia de tú amor...
Te he buscado dondequiera que yo voy, y no te puedo hallar.
Para que quiero otros besos si tus labios no me quieren ya besar?
Y tú... quien sabe por dónde andarás.
Quien sabe que aventuras tendrás...
Qué lejos estás de mí...
"No one understands how much I suffer.
I sing, since I can no longer sob.
I only tremble from the anxiety.
Everyone looks at me and leaves.
Woman, if you can speak with God, ask him if at any time I've stopped loving you;
And to the sea-- the mirror of my heart-- the times it has seen me cry the perfidy of your love...
I've looked for you wherever I go, and I can't find you.
Why would I want other kisses if your lips no longer want to kiss me?
And you... who knows where you might be.
Who knows what adventure you might be having...
How far you are from me..."
In Spanish, this song is so freakin' gorgeous (it's quite famous, even used in "Casablanca" and, oddly enough, the show "Dexter")... translated, not so much.
Of course I identify with the song, of course I sing along.
Pregúntale si yo alguna vez te he dejado de adorar.
Since the moment I met you? No. Never.
Y al mar-- espejo de mi corazón-- las veces que me ha visto llorar la perfidia de tú amor...
Every time we reunite-- the ocean, the sea, any body of water, really.
I travel the world... I meet new people, often hoping to find someone who will outshine you, and it never happens. I never want anyone like I want... you. I don't admire anyone the way I admire you.
If it isn't you, I don't want the guy even touching me... I get defensive and do everything to repel him.
I do wonder where you might be and what you might be doing... having that constant reminder that whatever it might be, you are still so very far from me... too far.
Mexican song writers rock my world.
Canto, pues ya no puedo sollozar.
Solo temblando de ansiedad estoy.
Todos me miran y se van.
Mujer, si puedes tú con dios hablar, pregúntale si yo alguna vez te he dejado de adorar;
Y al mar-- espejo de mi corazón-- las veces que me ha visto llorar la perfidia de tú amor...
Te he buscado dondequiera que yo voy, y no te puedo hallar.
Para que quiero otros besos si tus labios no me quieren ya besar?
Y tú... quien sabe por dónde andarás.
Quien sabe que aventuras tendrás...
Qué lejos estás de mí...
"No one understands how much I suffer.
I sing, since I can no longer sob.
I only tremble from the anxiety.
Everyone looks at me and leaves.
Woman, if you can speak with God, ask him if at any time I've stopped loving you;
And to the sea-- the mirror of my heart-- the times it has seen me cry the perfidy of your love...
I've looked for you wherever I go, and I can't find you.
Why would I want other kisses if your lips no longer want to kiss me?
And you... who knows where you might be.
Who knows what adventure you might be having...
How far you are from me..."
In Spanish, this song is so freakin' gorgeous (it's quite famous, even used in "Casablanca" and, oddly enough, the show "Dexter")... translated, not so much.
Of course I identify with the song, of course I sing along.
Pregúntale si yo alguna vez te he dejado de adorar.
Since the moment I met you? No. Never.
Y al mar-- espejo de mi corazón-- las veces que me ha visto llorar la perfidia de tú amor...
Every time we reunite-- the ocean, the sea, any body of water, really.
I travel the world... I meet new people, often hoping to find someone who will outshine you, and it never happens. I never want anyone like I want... you. I don't admire anyone the way I admire you.
If it isn't you, I don't want the guy even touching me... I get defensive and do everything to repel him.
I do wonder where you might be and what you might be doing... having that constant reminder that whatever it might be, you are still so very far from me... too far.
Mexican song writers rock my world.
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