Tu Fuiste - Los Palmeras traduction en anglais

Tu Fuiste

No sé cómo has podido preguntarme
Que cómo es ella
Que cómo siente
Que si es muy bella

Tal vez será difícil explicarte
No quiero herirte
Me diste mucho
Tanto te quise

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que la exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es justo decirlas sin dolentes

Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera

Pero pude, al despertar
Convencerme que al final
No eras lo que yo esperé encontrar

Tal vez, en este caso, no hay culpables
La inexperiencia
Tal vez el tiempo
O la inconsciencia

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que la exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es justo decirlas sin dolentes

Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera

Mientras ella es calma en mis anhelos
Tú fuiste motivo de amargo desvelo
Mientras ella es esa paz que busco
Fuiste incertidumbre de un despertar brusco

Pero pude, al despertar
Convencerme que al final
No eras lo que yo esperé encontrar

You Were

I don't know how you could ask me
What she's like
How she feels
If she's beautiful

Perhaps it's difficult to explain
I don't want to hurt you
You gave me so much
I loved you so

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's only fair to say them without sorrow

While she is a spring that flows
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

But I could, upon awakening,
Convince myself that in the end
You weren't what I hoped to find

Perhaps, in this case, there's no one to blame
Inexperience
Perhaps time
Or recklessness

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's only fair to say them without sorrow

While she is a spring that flows
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

While she is calmness in my desires
You were the reason for bitter sleeplessness
While she is that peace I seek
You were the uncertainty of a rude awakening

But I could, upon awakening,
Convince myself that in the end
You weren't what I hoped to find