Paroles et traduction Cacho Castaña - Era verdad

Era verdad

Era verdad,
No me di cuenta que lo nuestro era verdad,
Hasta ese dia que llego la soledad,
Y por tus besos yo me moria.

Era verdad,
Quiero saber mi viejo amor donde estaras
Quiero saber si tu querias regresar
A nuestra historia, y a aquel lugar.

Pero no estan
Ni la posada, ni el jardin, ni las piscinas
Ni la mirada de la complice vecina,
Que desde el frente disfrutaba nuestro amor.

Quiero volver,
A las locuras que vivimos esos dias,
Las travesuras que mi piel nunca se olvida,
Todo daria para volver.

Era verdad,
No me di cuenta que lo nuestro era verdad,
Mi loco amor, mi gran amor donde estaras,
Te ando buscando de noche y dia.

Era verdad,
Si tu sabias que lo9 nuestro era verdad,
Regresa pronto que la vida se nos va,
Sigo esperando tu fantasia.

Pero no estan,
Ni la posada, ni el jardin ni las piscinas,
Ni la mirada de la complice vecina,
Que desde el frente disfrutaba nuestro amor.

Quiero volver,
A las locuras que vivimos esos dias,
Las travesuras que mi piel nunca se olvida,
Todo daria para volver.

Pero no estan,
Ni la posada, ni el jardin ni las piscinas,
Ni la mirada de la complice vecina,
Que desde el frente disfrutaba nuestro amor...

It was true

It was true,
I didn't realize that ours was true,
Until that day loneliness came,
And for your kisses I was dying.

It was true,
I want to know my old love where you are
I want to know if you wanted to come back
To our story, and to that place.

But they are not there
Neither the inn, nor the garden, nor the swimming pools
Nor the look of the accomplice neighbor,
Who from the front enjoyed our love.

I want to come back,
To the follies that we lived those days,
The pranks that my skin never forgets,
I'd give anything to come back.

It was true,
I didn't realize that ours was true,
My crazy love, my great love where are you,
I'm looking for you night and day.

It was true,
If you knew that ours was true,
Come back soon because life is passing us by,
I'm still waiting for your fantasy.

But they are not there,
Neither the inn, nor the garden, nor the swimming pools,
Nor the look of the accomplice neighbor,
Who from the front enjoyed our love.

I want to come back,
To the follies that we lived those days,
The pranks that my skin never forgets,
I'd give anything to come back.

But they are not there,
Neither the inn, nor the garden, nor the swimming pools,
Nor the look of the accomplice neighbor,
Who from the front enjoyed our love...