Paroles et traduction Samy y Sandra Sandoval - Que Sabe Ella

Que Sabe Ella

Qué sabe ella...
Si yo con creces
He pagado el daño que
Le he causado...
Qué sabe ella...
Lo que se siente luchar
Por un amor sin estar casado;
Reconociendo una realidad
Aunque me haga daño
Porque el hombre que me
Hace soñar, nunca está
A mi lado.

Qué sabe ella...
Si ese papel que la une a él
Es tan sólo un pacto,
Qué sabe ella...
Si he sido yo la que
Con amor lo ha resucitado
Cuántas veces lo he visto llorar
Casi desesperado,
Hasta se siente en su forma de amar
Que nunca lo han amado

(Pobrecito, pero aquí estoy yo)

Ella es la esposa,
La que lo amarra,
La que le exige y le reclama
La que tuvo todo, y ahora
No tiene nada.

Yo soy la otra,
La que lo ama,
La que lo mima y no le reclama
La que entrega todo
Cuando él me llama...

Qué sabe, qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Cuántas veces lo he encontrado
Muerto
Cuántas veces lo he resucitado
Qué sabe, qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Si por allá se apagó la hoguera
Y por acá hay leña pa rato
Qué sabe, qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Ay, pero qué sabe ella
Pero qué sabe ella
Qué sabe, qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado

Qué sabe, qué sabe
Qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Cuántas veces lo he encontrado
Muerto
Cuántas veces lo he resucitado
Qué sabe, qué sabe
Qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Si por allá se apagó la hoguera
Y por acá hay leña pa rato
Qué sabe, qué sabe
Qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado
Aayyy, pero qué sabe ella,
Pero que sabe ella,
Pero qué sabe ella
Qué sabe, qué sabe
Qué sabe ella
Si ese hombre nunca ha
Sido amado

(Pero qué sabe ella,
Lo que se siente ser
La otra...)

Who Knows Better

Who knows better...
If I'd truly paid
The heavy price for the damage
That I have caused...
Who knows better...
What it's like to fight for love
Without being married;
Acknowledging reality,
Even if it hurts
Because the man who makes me
Dream of him, is never there
By my side.

Who knows better...
If that paper that binds her to him
Is just a promise,
Who knows better...
If I'm the one who
With love has revived his soul
How often have I seen him cry
Almost in despair,
You can even feel in the way he loves
That no one has ever loved him.

(Poor thing, but here I am)

She is his wife,
The one who holds him captive,
The one who demands and claims him
The one who had everything,
And now has nothing.

I am the other,
The one who loves him,
The one who pampers him and doesn't claim him
The one who gives him everything
When he calls me...

Who knows, who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
How often have I found him
Broken
How often have I brought him back to life
Who knows, who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
If over there the fire has gone out
And over here there's still plenty of fuel
Who knows, who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
Oh, but, who knows better
But who knows better
Who knows, who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved

Who knows, who knows better
Who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
How often have I found him
Broken
How often have I brought him back to life
Who knows, who knows better
Who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
If over there the fire has gone out
And over here there's still plenty of fuel
Who knows, who knows better
Who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved
Oh, but, who knows better,
But, who knows better,
But who knows better
Who knows, who knows better
Who knows better
If that man has never been
Loved

(But who knows better,
What it feels like to be
The other...)