Paroles et traduction Edmundo Ros and His Orchestra - Historia de Un Amor

Historia de Un Amor

Conozco su cara
Su pelo sus ojos
Su manera de andar
Y sus gritos de loco
Conozco su olor
Y aunque tapen mis ojos
Escuchando su voz
Yo jamas me equivoco

Conozco su casa
Su cuarto, su cama
Su peluche que duerme
Pegado a su cara

Conozco a su gente
Mi amiga es su hermana
Que me cuenta sus sueños
Porque sueña en voz alta
Es algo que me quema
En mi mente se me queda
Su imagen grabada
Cada vez que le veo
Hay cada vez que le veo
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se...
No no nooo
No seeee

Conozco el camino
Y a las horas que pasan
Su color preferido
Y sus ropas de marca

Conozco el sonido
Cada vez que alguien llama
De su fuerte silvido
Que en mi mente se clava
Es algo que me quema
Y en mi mente se me queda
Su imagen gravada
Cada vez que le veo
Hay cada vez que le veo
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se...
Es algo que me quema
Y en mi mente se me queda
Su imagen gravada
Cada vez que le veo
Hay cada vez que le veo
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se
Me quedo quieta
O me lanzo hacia el
Sigo soñando
Me arriesgo a perder
Y es que me gusta tanto
Que en el siempre estoy pensando
No se...

The Story of My Love

I know the face
Her hair, her eyes
Her way of walking
And her screams of madness
I know her smell
And even if you blindfold me
Hearing her voice
I am never wrong

I know her house
Her room, her bed
Her stuffed animal that sleeps
Stuck to her face

I know her people
My friend is her sister
Who tells me about her dreams
Because she dreams out loud
It is something that burns me
In my mind it stays
Her image is engraved
Every time I see her
There, every time I see her
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know...
No, no, nooooo
I don't know

I know the way
And at the hours that pass
Her favorite color
And her designer clothes

I know the sound
Every time someone calls
Of her loud whistle
That sticks in my mind
It is something that burns me
And in my mind it stays
Her image is engraved
Every time I see her
There, every time I see her
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know...
It is something that burns me
And in my mind it stays
Her image is engraved
Every time I see her
There, every time I see her
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know
I stand still
Or I jump towards him
I keep dreaming
I risk losing
And I like him so much
That I am always thinking about him
I do not know...