Текст и перевод песни Astola - Cuando los miraba y parecía que nunca iban a crecer

Cuando los miraba y parecía que nunca iban a crecer

Ya no escucho tu boca decirme te quiero
Y la verdad que no importa, tambien dejé yo de hacerlo
Que no existe la magia, ni los amores de cuento
Ni tu eres princesa, ni yo soy perfecto
Hemos cumplido 50, ganar un poco de peso
Yo no soy deportista,
Ni tu eres modelo ... que no somos de revista
Y aun así nos queremos y aunque
Ya no haya fuego nos quedan recuerdos.

Me gusta sentarme contigo,
A mirar las fotos de los niños cuando chico
Parece mentira, parece que fuera ayer ...
Cuando los miraban y parecía que nunca iban a crecer

Ya no hay gritos en casa, ahora reina el silencio
Se respira nostalgia, y a veces te sorprendo
Tumbada en su cama, tocando sus muñecos
Esperando que llamen, para volver a vernos

Llegamos a los 60, aparecen los nietos
Como pasan los años, ya nos llaman abuelos
Ganamos juntos la guerra, de la vida y el tiempo
Ya no hay quien nos separe, juntos nos moriremos

Me gusta sentarme contigo,
A mirar las fotos de los niños cuando chico
Parece mentira, parece que fuera ayer ...
Cuando los miraban
Y parecia que nunca iban a crecer

When I looked at them and it seemed like they would never grow

No longer do I hear your mouth telling me you love me
And the truth is it doesn't matter, I have stopped saying it too
That this is no magic, no love of a story
Nor you are princess, nor I am perfect
We have turned 50, gained a little weight
I'm not athletic,
Nor you are a model...we are not out of magazine
And even so we love each other and though
There is no fire any more we have memories.

I like sitting down with you,
Looking at the pictures of the kids when they were little
It seems like a lie, like it was yesterday ...
When you would look at them and it seemed like they would never grow

There are no longer yelling in the house, now there is only silence
You breathe nostalgia, and sometimes I find you
Lying down on their bed, touching their dolls
Waiting for them to call to see each other again.

We have reached 60, the grandchildren come
How years pass, now they call us grand parents
Together we won the war, of life and time
There is no one that can separate us, together we will die

I like sitting down with you,
Looking at the pictures of the kids when they were little
It seems like a lie, like it was yesterday ...
When you would look at them
And it seemed like they would never grow