Paroles et traduction Armando Manzanero - Qué Hice Qué No Hice

Qué Hice Qué No Hice

Puse en tus manos un rayo de luna,
Y a tus primaveras leí la fortuna,
Deposite en tu beso mi tiempo y mi sueño,
Que fue lo que falto, que es lo que no te di.

Me hice adivino de tus pensamientos,
Y le puse el alma a todos tus momentos.
Interprete tu anhelo y quise ser tu dueño,
Que fue lo que falto, que es lo que no te di.

Que hice, que no hice, o que deje de hacer,
Para que no olvidaras a mi estúpido querer.
El alma me dice, que no hay que reclamar
Que lo que no esta escrito, jamás logra caminar.

Que hice, que no hice, o que deje de hacer
Para que no olvidaras a mi estúpido querer.
El alma me dice, que no hay que reclamar
Que lo que no esta escrito, jamás logra caminar.

Con tu palabra escribí mi historia,
Y con solo verte perdí la memoria.
Que tierno por el día, violento por la noche,
Que fue lo que falto, que es lo que no te di.

Que hice, que no hice, o que deje de hacer,
Para que no olvidaras a mi estúpido querer.
El alma me dice, que no hay que reclamar
Que lo que no esta escrito, jamás logra caminar.

Que hice, que no hice, o que deje de hacer
Para que no olvidaras a mi estúpido querer.
El alma me dice, que no hay que reclamar
Que lo que no esta escrito, jamás logra caminar.

What Did I Do, What Did I Not Do

I put a moonbeam in your hands,
And I read fortune to your springtime,
I deposited in your kiss my time and my dream,
What was missing, what did I not give to you.

I became a diviner of your thoughts,
And I put my soul to all your moments.
I interpreted your longing and I wanted to be your master,
What was missing, what did I not give to you.

What did I do, what did I not do, or what did I stop doing,
So that you would not forget my stupid love.
My soul tells me, that there is no need to demand
That what is not written, never manages to walk.

What did I do, what did I not do, or what did I stop doing
So that you would not forget my stupid love.
My soul tells me, that there is no need to demand
That what is not written, never manages to walk.

With your word I wrote my story,
And just by looking at you I lost my memory.
So tender by day, violent by night,
What was missing, what did I not give to you.

What did I do, what did I not do, or what did I stop doing,
So that you would not forget my stupid love.
My soul tells me, that there is no need to demand
That what is not written, never manages to walk.

What did I do, what did I not do, or what did I stop doing
So that you would not forget my stupid love.
My soul tells me, that there is no need to demand
That what is not written, never manages to walk.