Paroles et traduction José José - Estas Segura?

Estas Segura?

Mírame, así que te hace muy, muy feliz
Y por qué esa agonía ¿o vas a engañarme tú a mí?
Mírame, así que todo marcha muy bien
Y esa sombra de pena que hay en tus ojos, ¿por qué?

Estás segura, de que no me echas de menos
Muchas noches, en que tú preferirías
Que sus manos fueran mías, y su piel mi piel

Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido deseándome

Mírame, así que no te puede ir mejor
Y qué fue de tu pelo, de tu precioso pelo, amor
Mírame, así que te hace muy, muy feliz
Y esa lágrima fría es algo normal, no es así

Estás segura, de que no me echas de menos
Muchas noches, en que tú preferirías
Que sus manos fueran mías, y su piel, mi piel

Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido, deseándome

Estás segura, de que no me echas de menos
Muchas noches, en que tú preferirías
Que sus manos fueran mías, y su piel, mi piel

Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido deseándome

Estás segura, de que no me echas de menos
Muchas noches, en que tú preferirías
Que sus manos fueran mías, y su piel mi piel

Are You Sure?

Look at me, so it makes you very, very happy
And why that agony or are you going to fool me?
Look at me, so everything is going very well
And that shadow of sorrow in your eyes, why?

Are you sure, you don't miss me
Many nights, when you would prefer
That his hands were mine, and his skin my skin

Are you sure
That you've never called his name, called mine
That you've never lied to him
That you never felt like desiring me

Look at me, so it can't go any better for you
And what happened to your hair, to your beautiful hair, love
Look at me, so it makes you very, very happy
And that cold tear is normal, isn't it

Are you sure, you don't miss me
Many nights, when you would prefer
That his hands were mine, and his skin, my skin

Are you sure
That you've never called his name, called mine
That you've never lied to him
That you never felt like desiring me

Are you sure, you don't miss me
Many nights, when you would prefer
That his hands were mine, and his skin, my skin

Are you sure
That you've never called his name, called mine
That you've never lied to him
That you never felt like desiring me

Are you sure, you don't miss me
Many nights, when you would prefer
That his hands were mine, and his skin my skin