Paroles et traduction Liberación - Hablando de Ella

Hablando de Ella

Amigo mío, hablando de ella, a los dos por igual, nos invade la pena.
Tú quieres tenerla, yo la amo de veras, más que ella decida con quien se queda.
El destino es así, a veces nos lleva por el mismo camino y vuelve rivales a los mejores
Amigos.
Dígamos salud, por el que gane su amor.
Tú dile piropos, yo le regalo flores.
Tú cumplele antojos, yo le doy mis ilusiones.
Yo miro en sus ojos, lo bonito de su alma.
Tú sigue mirando, lo cortito de su falda.
Y si con tu falsedad ella acepta tu cariño, yo sabré reconocer y quedamos como amigos.
Pero si la gano yo... dime si piensas lo mismo...
El destino es así, a veces nos lleva por el mismo camino y vuelve rivales a los mejores
Amigos.
Dígamos salud, por el que gane su amor.
Tú dile piropos, yo le regalo flores.
Tú cumplele antojos, yo le doy mis ilusiones.
Yo miro en sus ojos, lo bonito de su alma.
Tú sigue mirando, lo cortito de su falda.
Y si con tu falsedad ella acepta tu cariño, yo sabré reconocer y quedamos como amigos.
Pero si la gano yo... dime si piensas lo mismo...
Tú dile piropos, yo le regalo flores.
Tú cumplele antojos, yo le doy mis ilusiones.
Yo miro en sus ojos, lo bonito de su alma.
Tú sigue mirando, lo cortito de su falda.
Y si con tu falsedad ella acepta tu cariño, yo sabré reconocer y quedamos como amigos.
Pero si la gano yo... dime si piensas lo mismo...

Talking About Her

My friend, when we talk about her, sorrow overwhelms us both.
You desire her, but I truly love her, and she must choose who she'll be with.
Fate is like that; sometimes it takes us down the same path and makes rivals out of the best of
friends.
Let's toast to the one who wins her love.
You whisper sweet nothings to her, while I give her flowers.
You fulfill her wishes, while I bestow my dreams upon her.
I gaze into her eyes to see the beauty of her soul.
You keep your eyes on the shortness of her skirt.
If she accepts your affection with your deceit, I will acknowledge it, and we will remain friends.
But if I win her over... tell me, would you feel the same way?
Fate is like that; sometimes it takes us down the same path and makes rivals out of the best of
friends.
Let's toast to the one who wins her love.
You whisper sweet nothings to her, while I give her flowers.
You fulfill her wishes, while I bestow my dreams upon her.
I gaze into her eyes to see the beauty of her soul.
You keep your eyes on the shortness of her skirt.
If she accepts your affection with your deceit, I will acknowledge it, and we will remain friends.
But if I win her over... tell me, would you feel the same way?
You whisper sweet nothings to her, while I give her flowers.
You fulfill her wishes, while I bestow my dreams upon her.
I gaze into her eyes to see the beauty of her soul.
You keep your eyes on the shortness of her skirt.
If she accepts your affection with your deceit, I will acknowledge it, and we will remain friends.
But if I win her over... tell me, would you feel the same way?