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ME VOLVIERON A HABLAR DE ELLA / SOMEONE TOLD ME ABOUT HER AGAIN - Gilberto Santarosa
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darme cuenta volvió al lugar Donde nos prometimos tanto, donde amamos hasta el cansancio Sin sospechar, que iba a acabar Me volvieron a hablar de ella, me contaron que sigue bella como una flor Que en las noches cuando se acuesta, ve mi fotografía y piensa Que he sido yo, su gran amor Yo, al que nada le importo lastimar aquella flor, tan radiante Yo, yo que en honor a la verdad, no he dejado de quererla ni un instante Sufro … Sufro … cuanto sufro … sufro Lloro … Y es q añoro Sus besos, su cuerpo, sus gestos Sufro … sufro ... Me volvieron a hablar de ella y esa noche al cerrar la puerta rompí a llorar Me sentí nuevamente de ella, su recuerdo quedo en mis venas Y al despertar, la quise mas Yo, al que nada le importo lastimar aquella flor, tan radiante Yo, yo que en honor a la verdad, no he dejado de quererla ni un instante Sufro … sufro … cuanto sufro … sufro Lloro … y es q añoro Sus besos, su cuerpo, sus gestos Sufro … sufro … cuanto sufro Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer (x2) Tan solo con mencionarla mi mente me trajo su amor de vuelta Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer Sentí el dulce sabor de sus besos, sentí lo dulce de su presencia Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer Y yo me consuelo en mi desvelo pensando, que ella también en mi piensa Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer Su amor me persigue como sombra, yo no se por que la nombran si yo nunca la olvide |
Someone told me about her again, and my mind, without me knowing, went back to the place where we promised each other much, where we loved each other to exhaustion, without imagining that it would end. Someone told me about her again, told me that she's still as beautiful as a flower, that at night time when se lays down, she sees my picture and thinks that I was her one true love. I, the one that didn't care about hurting that flower, so radiant. I, that to be truthful, haven't stopped loving her for even an instant. I suffer. I cry. I want her kisses, her body, her gestures. I suffer. Someone told me about her again, and that night after closing the door I broke down and cried. I felt myself again hers, her memory still in my veins, and upon waking up, i loved her even more. I, the one that didn't care about hurting that flower, so radiant. I, that to be truthful, haven't stopped loving her for even an instant. I suffer. I cry. I want her kisses, her body, her gestures. I suffer. Someone told me about her again, my heart felt her as close as yesterday. Just by mentioning her my mind brought her love back. Someone told me about her again, my heart felt her as close as yesterday. I felt the sweetness of her kisses, the sweetness of her presence. Someone told me about her again, my heart felt her as close as yesterday. I comfort my insomnia by thinking that she always thinks about me. Someone told me about her again, my heart felt her as close as yesterday. Her love follows me like a shadow, I dont know why people talk about her if I never forgot her. |
