Paroles et traduction Gilberto Santa Rosa - Me Volvieron a Hablar de Ella (En Vivo)

Me Volvieron a Hablar de Ella (En Vivo)

Me volvieron a hablar de ella y mi mente sin darme cuenta volvió al lugar
Donde nos prometimos tanto, donde amamos hasta el cansancio
Sin sospechar, que iba a acabar

Me volvieron a hablar de ella, me contaron que sigue bella como una flor
Que en las noches cuando se acuesta, ve mi fotografía y piensa
Que he sido yo, su gran amor

Yo, al que nada le importo lastimar aquella flor, tan radiante
Yo, yo que en honor a la verdad, no he dejado de quererla ni un instante

Sufro ... Sufro ... cuanto sufro ... sufro
Lloro ... Y es q añoro
Sus besos, su cuerpo, sus gestos
Sufro ... sufro ...

Me volvieron a hablar de ella y esa noche al cerrar la puerta rompí a llorar
Me sentí nuevamente de ella, su recuerdo quedo en mis venas
Y al despertar, la quise mas

Yo, al que nada le importo lastimar aquella flor, tan radiante
Yo, yo que en honor a la verdad, no he dejado de quererla ni un instante

Sufro ... sufro ... cuanto sufro ... sufro
Lloro ... y es q añoro
Sus besos, su cuerpo, sus gestos
Sufro ... sufro ... cuanto sufro

Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer Tan solo con mencionarla mi mente me trajo su amor de vuelta

Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer

Sentí el dulce sabor de sus besos, sentí lo dulce de su presencia

Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer

Y yo me consuelo en mi desvelo pensando, que ella también en mi piensa

Me volvieron a hablar de ella, mi corazón la sintió tan cerca como ayer

Su amor me persigue como sombra, yo no se por que la nombran si yo nunca la olvide.

Me Volvieron a Hablar de Ella (Live)

They spoke to me about her again and my mind went back to the place
Where we promised each other so much, where we loved until we were exhausted
Without suspecting that it would end

They spoke to me about her again, they told me that she is still beautiful as a flower
That when she goes to bed at night, she sees my photograph and thinks
That I have been her great love

I, the one who did not care about hurting that flower, so radiant
I, I who in all honesty, have never stopped loving her for a moment

I suffer... I suffer... how much I suffer... I suffer
I cry... And it is that I long for
Her kisses, her body, her gestures
I suffer... I suffer...

They spoke to me about her again and that night when I closed the door I burst into tears
I felt like she was mine again, her memory stayed in my veins
And when I woke up, I loved her more

I, the one who did not care about hurting that flower, so radiant
I, I who in all honesty, have never stopped loving her for a moment

I suffer... I suffer... how much I suffer... I suffer
I cry... and it is that I long for
Her kisses, her body, her gestures
I suffer... I suffer... how much I suffer

They spoke to me about her again, my heart felt her so close as if it were yesterday Just by mentioning her name, my mind brought her love back to me

They spoke to me about her again, my heart felt her so close as if it were yesterday

I felt the sweet taste of her kisses, I felt the sweetness of her presence

They spoke to me about her again, my heart felt her so close as if it were yesterday

And I find solace in my sleeplessness thinking that she also thinks of me

They spoke to me about her again, my heart felt her so close as if it were yesterday

Her love haunts me like a shadow, I don't know why they mention her name if I have never forgotten her.