Текст и перевод песни Diomedes Diaz feat. Poncho Zuleta - Fantasia

Fantasia

Ése que escribe versos
Repletos de verano
Estando en primavera
Ése soy yo

Y esa linda camelia
Que se quedó sin alma
Que no comprende nada
Eres, sin duda, tú

Ése que por ser bueno
Lo tiran a la nada
Y que no cree en la fama
Ése soy yo

Ésa de ojitos negros
Y que se cree la dueña
De todas las miradas
No entenderá el amor

Qué diferente sería mi vida si me quisieras
Y que tus labios me dieran toda tu juventud
Y me dejaran cambiarte un poco y hacerte buena
Entonces sí gustarían los ojos que tienes tú

Porque tú sabes que tienes, preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y se someten a tus condiciones

Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencia
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno
Demostrará mil fracasos los años

Si se te van esos años en fantasías placenteras
Si se te van esos años en fantasías placenteras
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto y tu sonrisa quimera
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto y tu sonrisa quimera

Éste que escribe versos
Que casi no saluda
Que siempre está en la luna
Ése soy yo

Y esa linda camelia
Que está metida en todo
Hablando más que nadie
Es un sueño de amor

Ésa que mira siempre
Con mucha picardía
Con ojos aguileños
Ésa me mata a mí

Hay muchos que la adoran
Otros que la desprecian
Y muchos que la elogian
Para verla feliz

Es porque tiene ese algo extraño que al conocerla
Uno presiente que ya hace tiempo la conocía
Es como ver aquella esperanza que el alma sueña
En los instantes de soledad y melancolía

Porque tú sabes que tienes, preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y los sometes a tus condiciones

Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencia
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno
Demostrará mil fracasos los años

Si se te van esos años en fantasías placenteras
Si se te van esos años en fantasías placenteras
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto y tu sonrisa quimera
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto y tu sonrisa quimera

Eso sí saben, ¡uh!

Fantasy

That one who writes verses
Full of summer
While in spring
That's me

And that pretty camellia
That was left without a soul
That doesn't understand anything
You are, without a doubt, her

That one who, for being good
Is thrown into nothingness
And who doesn't believe in fame
That's me

That one with black eyes
And who thinks she's the owner
Of all the looks
Will not understand love

How different my life would be if you loved me
And your lips would give me all your youth
And let me change you a little and make you good
Then you would like the eyes you have

Because you know you have it, precious
An attraction that surrenders men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions

Because you waste love and luxuries
Because you cause so many disappointments
Because it is very sad to live on appearance
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will demonstrate a thousand failures over the years

If those years are spent on pleasurable fantasies
If those years are spent on pleasurable fantasies
Your pleasures will turn into tears and your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears and your smile into a chimera

This one who writes verses
Who hardly ever says hello
Who is always on the moon
That's me

And that pretty camellia
That's into everything
Talking more than anyone else
Is a dream of love

That one who always looks
With great mischief
With eagle eyes
That one kills me

There are many who adore her
Others who despise her
And many who praise her
To see her happy

It's because she has that strange something that when you meet her
You feel like you've known her for a long time
It's like seeing that hope that the soul dreams of
In moments of loneliness and melancholy

Because you know you have it, precious
An attraction that surrenders men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And you submit them to your conditions

Because you waste love and luxuries
Because you cause so many disappointments
Because it is very sad to live on appearance
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will demonstrate a thousand failures over the years

If those years are spent on pleasurable fantasies
If those years are spent on pleasurable fantasies
Your pleasures will turn into tears and your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears and your smile into a chimera

That they know, uh!