Paroles et traduction Anibal Troilo - Que me van a hablar de amor (feat. Floreal Ruíz)

Que me van a hablar de amor (feat. Floreal Ruíz)

Yo he vivido dando tumbos
Rodando por el mundo
Y haciendome el destino...
Y en los charcos del camino,
La experiencia me ha ayudado
Por baquiano y por que ya
Comprendo que en la vida
Se cuidan los zapatos
Andando de rodillas.
Por eso,
Me estan sobrando los consejos,
Que en las cosas del amor
Aunque tenga que aprender
Nadie sabe más que yo.

Yo anduve siempre en amores
Que me van a hablar de amor!

Si ayer la quise, ¿qué importa?
¿Qué importa?, si hoy no la quiero,
Eran sus ojos de cielo
El ancla más linda
Que ataba mis sueños;
Era mi amor, pero un dia
Se fue de mis cosas
Y entro a ser recuerdo.
Despues rode en mil amores...
Que me van a hablar de amor!

Muchas veces el invierno
Me ato desde la ausencia
La soga del recuerdo.
Y yo siempre me he soltado
Como un potro mal domado
Por mañero, y porque yo
Que anduve enamorado
Rompi como una rosa
Las cosas del pasado.
Y ahora,
Que estoy viviendo en otra aurora
No me expliquen el amor
Que aunque tenga que aprender
Nadie sabe más que yo.

Yo anduve siempre en amores,
Que me van a hablar de amor?

They're Going to Talk to Me About Love (feat. Floreal Ruíz)

I've lived my life tumbling
Rolling around the world
And making my own destiny...
And in the puddles of the road,
Experience has helped me
As a tracker and because I now
Understand that in life
You take care of your shoes
By walking on your knees.
That's why,
I have more than enough advice,
That in matters of love
Even though I have to learn
No one knows more than me.

I've always been in love
Who are they to talk to me about love!

If I loved her yesterday, what does it matter?
What does it matter if I don't love her today,
Her eyes were like heaven
The most beautiful anchor
That tied up my dreams;
She was my love, but one day
She left my life
And became a memory.
After that I had a thousand loves...
Who are they to talk to me about love!

Many times the winter
Tied me up with the absence
The rope of memory.
And I have always broken free
Like an unbroken colt
Stubbornly, and because I
Who have been in love
Broke up like a rose
The things of the past.
And now,
That I am living in another dawn
Don't explain love to me
That even though I have to learn
No one knows more than me.

I've always been in love,
Who are they to talk to me about love?