Текст и перевод песни Gilberto Santa Rosa feat. Tito Nieves, Luis Enrique & Eddie Santiago - Vivir Sin Ella (En Vivo desde Puerto Rico)

Vivir Sin Ella (En Vivo desde Puerto Rico)

Caminar sin ella
Es ir sin rumbo fijo
Refugiarse como un niño
En los brazos de la soledad.

Regresar sin ella es tan delirante
Tan noscivo, tan frustrante
Que a la casa no quiero llegar.

Es como tener las manos llenas de ella
De su risa, sus caderas
Y saber que ella no está.

Es como sentarse a deshojar estrellas
Bajo la luna nueva
A través del ventanal...

Vivir sin ella es estar
Encadenado a ese cuerpo
Que yo amo es temerle
A la soledad.

Vivir sin ella es rendirse a cada instante
Es caer, es levantarse
Y por ella comenzar.

Esto, no es normal
Es querer volar
A donde ella está
Esto, no es normal
Es querer volar
A donde ella está.

La noche sin ella
Es un trago amargo
Es mirar el calendario
Es llorar, amigos, es llorar.

Es como tener las manos llenas de ella
De su risa, sus caderas
Y saber que ella no está.

Es como sentarse a deshojar estrellas,
Bajo la luna nueva,
A través del ventanal.

Vivir sin ella es estar
Encadenado a ese cuerpo
Que yo amo es temerle
A la soledad.

Vivir sin ella es rendirse a cada instante
Es caer, es levantarse
Y por ella comenzar.

Vivir sin ella es estar
Encadenado a ese cuerpo.

Yo no sé lo que es vivir
Con mi soledad que ahoga
(Yo no sé lo que es vivir, sin ella)
(Yo no sé lo que es vivir)
Y se me hacen mas largas las horas
Sin su presencia.

Llegar a mi casa solo
Con esta tristeza a cuestas.

Todo me recuerda a ella
Esa canción de la radio
La foto sobre la mesa
(Yo no sé lo que es vivir, sin ella)
(Yo no sé lo que es vivir)
Me domina la tristeza, si no está ella.

Living Without Her (Live from Puerto Rico)

Walking without her
Is like wandering aimlessly
Seeking refuge like a child
In the arms of solitude.

Returning without her is so maddening
So harmful, so frustrating
That I don't want to go home.

It's like having my hands full of her
Of her laughter, her hips
And knowing that she's not there.

It's like sitting down to pluck stars
Under the new moon
Through the window...

Living without her is being
Chained to that body
That I love and fear
The loneliness.

Living without her is surrendering every moment
It's falling, it's getting up
And starting over for her.

This, is not normal
It's wanting to fly
To where she is
This, is not normal
It's wanting to fly
To where she is.

The night without her
Is a bitter drink
It's staring at the calendar
It's crying, friends, it's crying.

It's like having my hands full of her
Of her laughter, her hips
And knowing that she's not there.

It's like sitting down to pluck stars,
Under the new moon,
Through the window.

Living without her is being
Chained to that body
That I love and fear
The loneliness.

Living without her is surrendering every moment
It's falling, it's getting up
And starting over for her.

Living without her is being
Chained to that body.

I don't know what it's like to live
With my loneliness that suffocates
(I don't know what it's like to live, without her)
(I don't know what it's like to live)
And the hours feel longer
Without her presence.

Coming home alone
With this sadness weighing me down.

Everything reminds me of her
That song on the radio
The photo on the table
(I don't know what it's like to live, without her)
(I don't know what it's like to live)
Sadness overwhelms me, if she's not here.