Текст и перевод песни Cuisillos - Mil heridas

Mil heridas

Me hiciste heridas heridas fuertes
Heridas en el alma que acabaron con las ganas de seguir dandote amor
¿Quién te pago?
¿Quién te ordeno?
Por cuantos pinches pesos tú le has hecho mil heridas a mi corazón
Pero la culpa es mia, por mi ironía
Porque un amigo dijo que me apostaba su vida a que tu me engañarías
Yo no creía, me moleste y hasta perdí un amigo por haberte defendido
Ay, ay, ay me equivoque
Yo no bebía, pero el tequila
Me dijo que tus besos los podía borrar a tragos metido en una cantina
Y aun tengo heridas, heridas tuyas
Porque cada canción me trae recuerdos
Y te juro que no miento, que no miento, que no miento
No te olvido todavía
Mil heridas, mil heridas, mil botellas me he tomado
Por tu maldito recuerdo en mil cantinas
Mil cantinas, mil cantinas donde he querido olvidarte
Y no te olvido, no te olvido, no te olvido todavía
Mil heridas mil heridas, mil espinas me has clavado
Y han sangrado por tu culpa que ironía
Quien diría, que después de haberte amado
Y de haberte dado, todo, todo, todo tanto me lastimarías
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh...
Por tu culpa
Mil heridas

Pero la culpa es mia por mi ironía
Porque un amigo dijo que me apostaba su vida a que tu me engañarías

Yo no creía, me moleste y hasta perdí un amigo por haberte defendido
Ay, ay, ay me equivoque
Yo no bebía, pero el tequila
Me dijo que tus besos los podía borrar a tragos metido
En una cantina
Y aun tengo heridas, heridas tuyas
Porque cada canción me trae recuerdos
Y te juro que no miento, que no miento, que no miento
No te olvido todavía
Mil heridas, mil heridas, mil botellas me he tomado
Por tu maldito recuerdo en mil cantinas
Mil cantinas, mil cantinas donde he querido olvidarte
Y no te olvido, no te olvido, no te olvido todavía
Mil heridas, mil heridas mil espinas me has clavado
Y han sangrado por tu culpa que ironía
Quien diría que después de haberte amado
Y de haberte dado, todo, todo, todo tanto me lastimarías
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh...
Por tu culpa
Mil heridas

A Thousand Wounds

You gave me wounds, strong wounds,
Wounds in my soul that killed my will to keep giving you love.
Who paid you?
Who ordered you?
For how many lousy pesos have you inflicted a thousand wounds upon my heart?
But it's my fault, because of my irony.
Because a friend told me he bet his life that you would cheat on me.
I didn't believe it, I got upset and even lost a friend for defending you.
Oh, oh, oh, I was wrong.
I didn't drink, but tequila
Told me that I could erase your kisses with shots, drowning my sorrows in a cantina.
And I still have wounds, your wounds,
Because every song brings back memories.
And I swear I'm not lying, not lying, not lying,
I haven't forgotten you yet.
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds, a thousand bottles I have drunk
Because of your damn memory in a thousand cantinas.
A thousand cantinas, a thousand cantinas where I have wanted to forget you
And I don't forget you, I don't forget you, I still don't forget you.
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds, a thousand thorns you have stuck in me.
And they have bled because of you, what irony.
Who would say that after having loved you
And after having given you, all, all, all so much, you would hurt me so much.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh...
Because of you,
A thousand wounds.

But it's my fault, because of my irony.
Because a friend told me he bet his life that you would cheat on me.

I didn't believe it, I got upset and even lost a friend for defending you.
Oh, oh, oh, I was wrong.
I didn't drink, but tequila
Told me that I could erase your kisses with shots, drowning my sorrows
In a cantina.
And I still have wounds, your wounds,
Because every song brings back memories.
And I swear I'm not lying, not lying, not lying,
I haven't forgotten you yet.
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds, a thousand bottles I have drunk
Because of your damn memory in a thousand cantinas.
A thousand cantinas, a thousand cantinas where I have wanted to forget you
And I don't forget you, I don't forget you, I still don't forget you.
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds, a thousand thorns you have stuck in me.
And they have bled because of you, what irony.
Who would say that after having loved you
And after having given you, all, all, all so much, you would hurt me so much.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh...
Because of you,
A thousand wounds.