Paroles et traduction Héctor "El Father" - Y Llora

Y Llora

Interrumpido queda el sueño por su despertador
Agotada por la fiesta de la noche anterior
Con maquillaje todavia, que la hacia ver mejor
Pero no le trajo amor
Ay, que dolor
Tantos fines de semana sin haber podido hallar
Entre bullas y tabernas quien la pueda valorar
Cada vez que llega el Lunes tiene que ir a trabajar
Sin pareja y sin moral
Pues no puede captar
Que un hombre interesado en algo puro, en algo serio
No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios
No busca que se embriague para invadir su dignidad
Que un hombre interesado en una buena compañera
No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera
No llega seduciendo con palabrerias que no son verdad
Cargadas de maldad
Y llora, llora, llora por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas poder tener
Un proposito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no solo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Y llora, llora, llora por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas poder tener
Un proposito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no solo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Cuando cobra la quincena nunca espera para ir
A la tienda que le ofrezca lo mejor para vestir
Deseando ya la noche, bien ansiosa por salir
Desesperada por sentir alguien que la haga vivir
Un sin numero de discotecas hay para escoger
Donde busca por un tipo interesado en su querer eh
Y aunque abre el corazon para que alguno entre en el
Solo llegan a su piel, pues necesita saber
Que un hombre interesado en algo puro, en algo serio
No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios
No busca que se embriague para invadir su dignidad
Que un hombre interesado en una buena compañera
No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera
No llega seduciendo con palabrerias que no son verdad
Cargadas de maldad
Y llora, llora, llora por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas poder tener
Un proposito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no solo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Y llora, llora, llora por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas poder tener
Un proposito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no solo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Que la sepa querer...

And She Cries

Her sleep interrupted by the alarm's call,
Exhausted from the party the night before,
Still wearing makeup, making her look her best,
But it didn't bring her love,
Oh, the pain it caused.
So many weekends spent searching in vain,
Amongst the noise and bars, for someone to value her,
Every Monday she has to go to work,
Without a partner, and with her spirits low,
Unable to grasp,
That a man interested in something pure, something serious,
Doesn't come with harassment, doesn't come with mysteries,
Doesn't wait for her to be drunk to invade her dignity,
That a man interested in a good companion,
Doesn't seek to do whatever he wants with her in one night,
Doesn't seduce with sweet talk that isn't true,
Filled with malice.
And she cries, cries, cries for being a woman,
And yearns at all hours to be able to have,
A purpose in life,
With the right to be loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
And who knows how to love her.
And she cries, cries, cries for being a woman,
And yearns at all hours to be able to have,
A purpose in life,
With the right to be loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
And who knows how to love her.
When she gets her paycheck, she can't wait to go,
To the store that offers her the best clothes to wear,
Already longing for the night, eager to go out,
Desperate to feel someone who makes her feel alive,
There are countless nightclubs to choose from,
Where she searches for a guy interested in her love,
And although she opens her heart for someone to enter,
They only reach her skin, she needs to know,
That a man interested in something pure, something serious,
Doesn't come with harassment, doesn't come with mysteries,
Doesn't wait for her to be drunk to invade her dignity,
That a man interested in a good companion,
Doesn't seek to do whatever he wants with her in one night,
Doesn't seduce with sweet talk that isn't true,
Filled with malice.
And she cries, cries, cries for being a woman,
And yearns at all hours to be able to have,
A purpose in life,
With the right to be loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
And who knows how to love her.
And she cries, cries, cries for being a woman,
And yearns at all hours to be able to have,
A purpose in life,
With the right to be loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
And who knows how to love her.
Who knows how to love her...