Paroles et traduction Gilberto Santa Rosa feat. Victor Manuelle - Pero No Me Ama

Pero No Me Ama

Aquí a mi lado estás
Posando tan feliz
En esta foto que guardé
Junto a tu recuerdo

Aquí a tu lado estoy
Mirándote reír
Ya la fecha se ha borrado, con el tiempo

Tanto que te dí
Y tu foto me entregó
En un triste marco gris
Tu foto sin tu olor

Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto
Que nunca me habla

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
De amor le cuento, pero no me ama
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara
Si no dice nada

De que me sirve bajo el frío de un cristal
Tenerte aquí atrapada

Aquí a mi lado estás
Te cubre el sol del abril
Tus ganas de vivir, llegan al cielo

Aquí a tu lado estoy, queriendo revivir
Lo que borró el olvido, consuelo
Tanto que te dí, y tan poco me quedó
En un triste marco gris, tu foto sin tu olor

Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara
Si no dice nada

Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me ama
De amor le cuento, pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto
Que nunca me habla

De que me sirve bajo el frío de un cristal
Tenerte aquí atrapada

Si tu no me amas

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)
Que yo lo toco y lo mimo de noche mañana
Pero no me habla, no me dice nada

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)
Y me doy cuenta que tan solo es una foto
Y los recuerdos viven, se miman, me abrazan

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)
De que me sirve tener tu cariño en la memoria
Y bajo el frío de un cristal tu imagen atrapada

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)
Es la misma foto que llama el recuerdo
Y me deja el alma llena de nostalgia

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)
Tanto que te dí, que poco me quedó
En un triste marco gris tu foto sin tu olor
Que no habla

(Tengo aquí tu retrato, pero no me habla)
(Lo toco y lo mimo, pero no me ama)

But Doesn't Love Me

You're here beside me
Posing so happily
In this photo that I kept
With your memory

Here by your side I am
Watching you laugh
The date has already faded, with time

So much that I gave you
And your photo gave me
In a sad, gray frame
Your photo without your scent

I have your portrait here, but she doesn't love me
I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me
Tell me what I gain by keeping a photo
That never speaks to me

I have your portrait here but she doesn't love me
I tell her about love, but she doesn't love me
Why do I want your face in a frame
If it doesn't say anything

What good is it to me under the cold of a glass
To have you trapped here

You're here beside me
The April sun covers you
Your desire to live, reaches the sky

I'm here by your side, wanting to relive
What oblivion erased, solace
So much that I gave you, and so little I had left
In a sad, gray frame, your photo without your scent

I have your portrait here, but she doesn't love me
I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me
Why do I want your face in a frame
If it doesn't say anything

I have your portrait here, but she doesn't love me
I tell her about love, but she doesn't love me
Tell me what I gain by keeping a photo
That never speaks to me

What good is it to me under the cold of a glass
To have you trapped here

If you don't love me

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)
That I touch and caress it night and morning
But she doesn't speak to me, she doesn't say anything

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)
And I realize that it's just a picture
And the memories live, caress, embrace me

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)
What good is it to me to have your love in my memory
And under the cold of a glass your image trapped

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)
It's the same photo that calls the memory
And leaves my soul full of nostalgia

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)
So much that I gave you, that little I had left
In a sad, gray frame your photo without your scent
That doesn't speak

(I have your portrait here, but she doesn't speak to me)
(I touch and caress it, but she doesn't love me)