Paroles et traduction Juan Carlos Coronel - Volcán / Gavilán o Paloma

Volcán / Gavilán o Paloma

Besabas como nadie se lo imagina
Igual que una mar en calma
Igual que un golpe de mar
Y siempre te quedabas a ver el alba
Y a ser tu mi medicina, para olvidar.
Ya sé que avisabas hacia tiempo
Amor ten mucho cuidado, amor que te dolera.
Tú no debes quererme yo soy pecado,
Hay dias en mi pasado, que volveran.

Yo que fui tormenta, yo que fui tornado,
Yo que fui volcan, soy un volcan apagado.
Porque tú volaste de mi nido,
Porque tú volaste de mi lado,
Yo que fui tormenta, yo que fui tornado,
Yo que fui volcan, soy un volcan apagado...

No dejabas de mirar estabas sola
Completamente bella y sensual
Algo me arrastró hacia ti como una ola
Y fui y te dije hola qué tal

Esa noche entre tus brazos caí en la trampa
Cazaste al aprendiz de seductor
Y me diste de comer sobre tu palma
Haciéndome tu humilde servidor

Amiga, hay que ver cómo es el amor
Que vuelve a quién lo toma
Gavilán o paloma
Pobre tonto, ingenuo charlatán
Que fui paloma por querer ser gavilán
Amiga, hay que ver cómo es el amor
Que vuelve a quién lo toma
Gavilán o paloma
Pobre tonto, ingenuo charlatán
Que fui paloma por querer ser gavilán
Amiga...

Volcano / Hawk or Dove

You kissed like no one else could imagine
Like a calm sea
Like a crashing wave
And you always stayed to watch the dawn
And to be my medicine, to forget.
I know you've been warning me for a long time
Love, be very careful, love, it will hurt.
You shouldn't love me, I am a sinner,
There are days in my past, that will return.

I who was a storm, I who was a tornado,
I who was a volcano, am a sleeping volcano.
Because you flew from my nest,
Because you flew from my side,
I who was a storm, I who was a tornado,
I who was a volcano, am a sleeping volcano...

You couldn't stop looking, you were alone
Completely beautiful and sensual
Something pulled me towards you like a wave
And I went and said hello to you, how are you?

That night in your arms I fell into the trap
You hunted the apprentice seducer
And you fed me from your palm
Making me your humble servant

My friend, how is it that love
Can hurt the one who feels it?
Hawk or dove
Poor fool, naive charlatan
Who was a dove for wanting to be a hawk
My friend, how is it that love
Can hurt the one who feels it?
Hawk or dove
Poor fool, naive charlatan
Who was a dove for wanting to be a hawk
My friend...