Paroles et traduction El Fantasma - Fijate

Fijate

Fíjate
Cómo tengo mis ojos
Ya sin vida y sin llanto
Y es de tanto llorar

Fíjate
Cómo tengo mis manos
Temblorosas y viejas
Y es por tanto tomar

Fíjate
Que ya nada me importa
Porque todo lo bueno
Te llevaste al marchar

Fíjate
Que si un día tú volvieras
Y si acaso me vieras
Te pondrías a llorar
Te lo juro por Dios
Te pondrías a llorar

¡Ay, amor, uh-uh!
Vamonos, compadre, pa Mocorito, Sinaloa
Nada

Fíjate
Que ya nada me importa
Porque todo lo bueno
Te llevaste al marchar

Fíjate
Que si un día tú volvieras
Y si acaso me vieras
Te pondrías a llorar
Te lo juro por Dios
Te pondrías a llorar

Look at Me

Look at me
How my eyes are
Lifeless and tearless now
From so much crying

Look at me
How my hands are
Trembling and old
From so much drinking

Look at me
Nothing matters to me anymore
Because everything good
You took with you when you left

Look at me
If one day you were to return
And if by chance you saw me
You would start to cry
I swear to God
You would start to cry

Oh, my love, uh-uh!
Let's go, compadre, to Mocorito, Sinaloa
Nothing

Look at me
Nothing matters to me anymore
Because everything good
You took with you when you left

Look at me
If one day you were to return
And if by chance you saw me
You would start to cry
I swear to God
You would start to cry