Paroles et traduction Wilfran Castillo - El Pasado Es Pasado

El Pasado Es Pasado

Nunca te cansas de ver mi rostro avergonzado,
Tu hablas y hablas y no se te olvida el pasado,
O acaso yo te pregunto cuantos te besaron,
Me pasaria la vida triste y amargado,
Mejor ma acuesto tranquilo pensando q te amo,
Si acaso hobiera podido escoger mi destino,
Desde mi primer latido habria ido contigo,
Para decirte q tu eres el ser mas perfecto
Pero ya no aguanto,
Siempre q me vienes a humillar con mi pasado,
No tengo esa lista de las bocas que he besado,
Niel certificado de que nadie me ha tocado,
Y ya no soporto mas humillaciones ni respuestas indirectas,
El pasado no hace que la gente sea correcta,
Es el sentimiento del presente lo que cuenta...
Si ya te besaron, tejuro que ya lo olvide,
Si ami me tocaron te lo juro que olvide tambien,
Pero ya no aguanto,
Siempre que me vienes a humillar con mi pasado,
No tengo esasd listas de las bocas que he besado,
Ni el certificado de que nadie me a tocado,
Ay yayay
Nunca me he puesto a buscarle huellas a tu cuerpo,
Es insinuar que en tu ayer no hiciste lo correcto,
Cuando por fin te mire, enconytre un calendario,
Eran tus dias del futuro y no los del pasado,
Por que los dias vividos ya no se regresan
El dia no puede volver al minuto que pasa,
El año va envejeciendo y no pude hacer nada,
Y yo no puedo arrancarle el pasado a tus dias
Pero ya no aguanto,
Siempre que me vienes a humillar con mi pasado,
No tengo esa lista de las bocas que he besado,
Ni el certificado de que nadie me a tocado...
Y ya no soporto mas humillaciones ni respuestas indirectas,
El pasado no hace que la gente sea correcta,
Es el sentimiento del precente lo que cuenta,
Y si ya te besaron, te juro que ya lo olvide
Si ami me tocaron, telo juro que olvide tambien...
Pero ya no aguanto,
Siempre que me vienes a humillar con mi pasado,
No tengo esas listas de las bocas que he besado,
Ni el certificado de que nadie me a tocado,
Y ya no soporto mas humillaciones ni respuestas indirectas,
El pasado no hace que la gente sea correcta,
Es el sentimiento del presente lo que cuenta
Ay yayay

The Past Is Past

You never get tired of seeing my face full of shame,
You talk and talk and you don't forget the past,
Or do I ask you how many have kissed you,
I would spend my life sad and bitter,
I'd rather go to bed quietly thinking that I love you,
If I could have chosen my destiny,
From my first heartbeat I would have gone with you,
To tell you that you are the most perfect being,
But I can't stand it anymore,
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past,
I don't have that list of mouths I've kissed,
Or the certificate that no one has touched me,
And I can't take any more humiliation or indirect answers,
The past does not make people right,
It's the feeling of the present that counts...
If they have already kissed you, I swear I have already forgotten it,
If they touched me, I swear I have forgotten that too,
But I can't stand it anymore,
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past,
I don't have those lists of mouths I've kissed,
Nor the certificate that no one has touched me,
Ay yayay
I've never looked for traces on your body,
It's insinuating that you didn't do the right thing in your past,
When I finally looked at you, I found a calendar,
They were your days of the future and not of the past,
Because the days lived are gone,
The day cannot return to the minute that passes,
The year is getting older and I can't do anything,
And I can't tear the past from your days,
But I can't stand it anymore,
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past,
I don't have that list of mouths I've kissed,
Or the certificate that no one has touched me...
And I can't take any more humiliation or indirect answers,
The past does not make people right,
It's the feeling of the present that counts,
And if they have already kissed you, I swear I have already forgotten it,
If they touched me, I swear I have forgotten that too...
But I can't stand it anymore,
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past,
I don't have those lists of mouths I've kissed,
Nor the certificate that no one has touched me,
And I can't take any more humiliation or indirect answers,
The past does not make people right,
It's the feeling of the present that counts,
Ay yayay