Paroles et traduction Marco Antonio Solís - El Masoquista

El Masoquista

Mis amores he tenido y lo que han visto mis ojos
Pero esos labios rojos me traen loco de verdad

Que no se lo que me espera
Me sentencian mis amigos
Que esa mujer no es sincera
Que me va a hacer mucho mal

Me dicen el masoquista
Porque disfruto del sufrimiento
Mas si vieran lo que siento al besarla no hablarían así

Me dicen que ya la olvide
Que pronto el alma me hará pedazos
Mas si muero entre sus brazos, mi hermano
Que no importa a mi

Que ese cuerpo de sirena y esa boca traicionera
Serán causa de mis penas
No me canso de escuchar

Mas no hay cosa mas bonita
Que me ponga mas contento
Que rodear su cinturita en un lento caminar

Me dicen el masoquista
Porque disfruto del sufrimiento
Mas si vieran lo que siento al besarla no hablarían así

Me dicen que ya la olvide
Que pronto el alma me hará pedazos
Mas si muero entre sus brazos, mi hermano
Que no importa a mi

Me dicen el masoquista
Porque disfruto del sufrimiento
Mas si vieran lo que siento al besarla no hablarían así

Me dicen que ya la olvide
Que pronto el alma me hará pedazos
Mas si muero entre sus brazos, mi hermano
Que no importa a mi

The Masochist

I've had my loves, and my eyes have seen much,
But your red lips truly drive me mad.

I don't know what awaits me,
My friends warn me,
That you're not sincere,
That you'll hurt me badly.

They call me the masochist,
Because I enjoy suffering,
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss you, they wouldn't talk like that.

They tell me to forget you,
That you'll soon tear my soul to pieces,
But if I die in your arms, my friend,
It doesn't matter to me.

That your siren's body and treacherous mouth,
Will be the cause of my sorrows,
I never tire of hearing.

But there's nothing more beautiful,
That makes me happier,
Than to hold your waist in a slow walk.

They call me the masochist,
Because I enjoy suffering,
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss you, they wouldn't talk like that.

They tell me to forget you,
That you'll soon tear my soul to pieces,
But if I die in your arms, my friend,
It doesn't matter to me.

They call me the masochist,
Because I enjoy suffering,
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss you, they wouldn't talk like that.

They tell me to forget you,
That you'll soon tear my soul to pieces,
But if I die in your arms, my friend,
It doesn't matter to me.