Текст и перевод песни Bustamante - Los Amigos

Los Amigos

Tengo que mirarte con desgana
Y fingir que cuando paso
Paso solo por pasar

Voy para tres años de quererte
Esas ganas de tenerte
Me las tengo que guardar

Porque ocupas el espacio de una amiga
Desde que pusiste a otro en mi lugar
Sin embargo los amigos no se llaman
A las tres de la mañana
Solo para conservar
Ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar

Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar

Juntos discutimos las razones
Y buscamos los rincones
Más oscuros en el bar
Amamos las guitarras y los gatos
Y la lluvia sin zapatos
Nos encanta caminar

Pero ocupas el espacio de una amiga
Desde que pusiste a otro en mi lugar
Sin embargo los amigos no se llaman
A las tres de la mañana
Solo para conservar
Ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar

Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar

Y para completar esta ironía
Me constaste el otro día
Que te ibas a casar oh no
No sé si notaste que mentías
No lloraba de alegría
Eran lagrimas en sal

Los amigos ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar

Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar

No te dejo de soñar...
No te dejo de soñar...

The Friends

I have to look at you with boredom
And pretend that when I walk by
I'm just walking by

I've been in love with you for three years
This desire to have you
I've got to keep to myself

Because you occupy the space of a friend
Since you put another in my place
However, friends don't call each other
At three in the morning
Just to talk
Nor do they look each other in the lips, nor do they tease
Nor do they get jealous, nor do they touch
Nor do they hold each other close when they dance

If you only knew that I even kiss your picture
And though I try, I can't stop dreaming of you

Together we argued the reasons
And we searched for the darkest corners
In the bar
We love guitars and cats
And the rain without shoes
We love to walk

But you occupy the space of a friend
Since you put another in my place
However, friends don't call each other
At three in the morning
Just to talk
Nor do they look each other in the lips, nor do they tease
Nor do they get jealous, nor do they touch
Nor do they hold each other close when they dance

If you only knew that I even kiss your picture
And though I try, I can't stop dreaming of you

And to complete this irony
You told me the other day
That you were getting married oh no
I don't know if you noticed that you were lying
I wasn't crying with joy
They were tears of salt

Friends don't look each other in the lips, nor do they tease
Nor do they get jealous, nor do they touch
Nor do they hold each other close when they dance

If you only knew that I even kiss your picture
And though I try, I can't stop dreaming of you

I can't stop dreaming of you...
I can't stop dreaming of you...