Paroles et traduction Karen Méndez - Lo Siento

Lo Siento

Tú siempre decías que nunca te irías, sino que iría bien
No luchar por lo que quieres, solo tiene un nombre y se llama perder
Si te hice daño no fue sin quererte, sino sin querer
Dime solo qué prefieres, si tienes la opción de tener o temer

Tú solo piensas en cómo se acaba
Yo solo pienso cómo acabaré
Un día me dices "me faltan las ganas"
Otro lo pienso y nunca te gané

Yo que hice todo por que te quedaras
Ahora lo pienso, ¿con qué me quedé?
Tiempo perdido, quizás lo he ganado
De echarte de menos a decir "te eché"

Lo siento
Por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte, lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz

Reviento
Porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
¿Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro?
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti

Lo siento
Lo siento

Yo sé, que no importarme el pasado que antes me mataba solo es crecer
Que nunca hemos sido dos, ya que contando el miedo éramos tres
Porque somos tan iguales, que si tú te vas, yo me voy también
El fallo es tener un problema y nunca aprender

Si vas a quedarte, que sea conmigo
Si vas a correr, que sea por el filo
Sé que el futuro no estaba delante
Ahora sí me doy cuenta que está contigo

Ya gané al tiempo y no está perdido
Yo nunca recuerdo, pero no olvido
Existen más cartas que nunca se dieron
Porque ya no hay fuerzas por quien la ha escrito

Lo siento
Por hacerte perder el tiempo
Por pensar que hacer otro intento
Por tenerte, lucharte y sentirte te haría feliz

Reviento
Porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
¿Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro?
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti

Porque tus aciertos dirán dónde estás y tus fallos tan solo por dónde ir
¿De qué me vale la cantidad si solo la intensidad va a hacerme feliz?
Antes de hacer lo que va a destrozarnos prefiero salvarte y hacerte a ti
Ya no comprendes que no puedo darte aquello que no tengo y no vive en mí

Lo siento
Lo siento

Lo siento
Porque a veces ni yo me entiendo
¿Cómo voy a entender lo nuestro?
Si nunca te entendí ni a ti

Lo siento
(Oh-uh-oh)
Karen Méndez
Juacko produciendo
(Uh-uh-uh)

I'm Sorry

You always said you would never leave, that everything would be fine.
Not fighting for what you want only has one name and it's called losing.
If I hurt you, it wasn't without wanting you, but without wanting to.
Tell me, what do you prefer, if you have the option to have or to fear?

You only think about how it ends.
I only think about how I will end up.
One day you tell me "I lack the desire."
Another day I think about it and I never win you over.

I did everything so you would stay.
Now I think about it, what did I end up with?
Lost time, maybe I gained from it.
From missing you to saying "I missed you".

I'm sorry
For wasting your time.
For thinking that trying again
For having you, fighting for you, and feeling you would make you happy.

I'm bursting
Because sometimes I don't even understand myself.
How am I supposed to understand us?
If I never even understood you.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I know that not caring about the past that used to kill me is just growing up.
That we've never been two, because counting fear we were three.
Because we're so alike, that if you leave, I'll leave too.
The mistake is having a problem and never learning.

If you're going to stay, let it be with me.
If you're going to run, let it be on the edge.
I know the future wasn't in front of me.
Now I realize it's with you.

I already beat time and it's not lost.
I never remember, but I don't forget.
There are more cards that were never dealt.
Because there's no strength left for the writer.

I'm sorry.
For wasting your time.
For thinking that trying again
For having you, fighting for you, and feeling you would make you happy.

I'm bursting
Because sometimes I don't even understand myself.
How am I supposed to understand us?
If I never even understood you.

Because your successes will tell you where you are and your failures only where to go.
What good is quantity to me if only intensity will make me happy?
Before doing what will destroy us, I'd rather save you and make you.
You don't understand that I can't give you what I don't have and what doesn't live in me.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
Because sometimes I don't even understand myself.
How am I supposed to understand us?
If I never even understood you.

I'm sorry.
(Oh-uh-oh)
Karen Méndez
Juacko producing
(Uh-uh-uh)