Lyrics and translation Binomio de Oro - Añoranzas

Añoranzas

Me puse a mirar el jardín, mi vida
Miré flores para ti y sin poder llevarte
Añorando reviví
Aquel tiempo tan feliz y sin poder quejarme
Distancia que con el tiempo
Van devanando recuerdos
Y el árbol perdió sus hojas
El tiempo lo desnudó
Presiento que ya no vuelve
Por Dios que yo pienso así

Pero dice la esperanza
La verás si tú la esperas
Y aún no me he acostumbrado
Poder caminar sin ti
Tantas promesas de amor
Tantas promesas de amor
Que la gente me afrenta
Y yo a sabiendas que no fui yo
Y ahora si me la hallé yo
Sin tú querer
Deambulando y sin amor
Que voy a hacer

¿O será que me quiere?
¿Será que me odia?
No puedo resistirlo
Y arreboles solo son recordación
Luz, estrella, noches son
Poemas de amor
¿Qué es el amor?
Pregunto yo enamorado
Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado
Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado

A la diestra del dolor, la pena
Y a la izquierda el corazón
Late al decir: "Te espero"
Veo una lluvia torrencial
Un pretexto pa evitar
No te vayas ligero
Capullos de flor de enero
Que no conocen mis versos
Que fueron musa hace tiempo
Y que hoy me enferman de amor

Se añoran las cosas buenas
Que tienden a fallecer
Dicen que una canción vieja
Es mejor que una reciente
Pero al irse la reciente
Entonces es mejor también
Yo no alcanzo a comprender
Pero si alcanzo a entender
Que yo fui tu pasado
Soy tu presente, soy tu querer
Y añoranzas solo son recordación
Mil preguntas giran a mi alrededor

¿O será que me quiere?
¿Será que me odia?
No puedo resistirlo
Porque el celo
Del que ocupe hoy mi lugar
Será eterno
Como eterno es el amar
¿Qué es el amor?
Pregunto yo enamorado
Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado
Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado

Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado
Es vivir el presente
Recordar a la gente
Es añorar el pasado
Es vivir el presente
Es añorar a la gente

Yearnings

I gazed upon the garden, my love,
Saw flowers meant for you, yet couldn't bring them to you.
Yearning, I relived
Those happy times, with no room for complaint.
Distance, with the passing of time,
Unravels memories,
And the tree has lost its leaves,
Time has stripped it bare.
I sense you won't return,
By God, that's what I believe.

But hope whispers,
"You'll see her if you wait."
And I still haven't gotten used to
Walking without you.
So many promises of love,
So many promises of love,
That people scorn me,
And I know I wasn't the one at fault.
And now I find myself,
Without your love,
Wandering and loveless,
What am I to do?

Could it be that she loves me?
Could it be that she hates me?
I can't bear it,
And the sunsets are just a memory.
Light, star, nights are
Poems of love.
What is love?
I ask, enamored.
It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.
It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.

To the right of pain, sorrow,
And to the left, the heart
Beats as it says, "I wait for you."
I see a torrential rain,
An excuse to avoid,
Don't leave so quickly.
January flower buds
That don't know my verses,
That were my muse long ago,
And today make me sick with love.

We yearn for the good things
That tend to fade away.
They say an old song
Is better than a new one.
But when the new one departs,
Then it's better too.
I can't quite comprehend it,
But I do understand
That I was your past,
I am your present, I am your love.
And yearnings are just a memory.
A thousand questions swirl around me.

Could it be that she loves me?
Could it be that she hates me?
I can't bear it,
Because the jealousy
Of the one who occupies my place today
Will be eternal,
As eternal as love is.
What is love?
I ask, enamored.
It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.
It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.

It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.
It's living in the present,
Remembering people,
It's yearning for the past.
It's living in the present,
It's yearning for people.