Текст и перевод песни Gilberto Santa Rosa - Pero No Me Ama

Pero No Me Ama

Aquí a mi lado estas, posando tan feliz
En esta foto que guarde junto a tu recuerdo
Aquí a tu lado estoy, mirándote reír
Ya la fecha se ha borrado con el tiempo

Tanto yo te di y que poco me qued
En un triste marco gris tu foto sin colo

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me ama
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara si no dice nada

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
De amor le cuento pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto que nunca me habla

De que me sirve bajo el frió de un cristal
Tenerte aquí atrapada

Aquí sentada estas te cubre el sol de abril
Tus ganas de vivir, llegan al cielo
Aquí sentado estoy queriendo revivir
Lo que escondió el olvido con su velo

Tanto que te di y que poco me quedo
En un triste marco gris tu foto sin color

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me ama
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara si no dice nada

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
De amor le cuento pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto que nunca me habla

De que me sirve bajo el frió de un cristal
Tenerte aquí atrapada si tu no me amas

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me habla

Lo miro, lo mimo de noche a mañana
Pero no me habla, no me dice nada

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me habla

Y me doy cuenta, que tan solo es una foto
Y los recuerdos no besan, ni miman, ni abrazan

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me habla

De que me sirve tener tu cariño en la memoria
Y bajo el frió de un cristal, tener tu imagen atrapada

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me habla

Es mas bien tu foto que llama al recuerdo
Y me deja el alma llena de nostalgia

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimopero no me habla

Tanto que te di que poco me quedo
En un triste marco gris, tu foto sin color, que no habla

Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo pero no me habla

But You Don't Love Me

Here by my side you are, posing so happy
In this photo that I keep with your memory
Here by your side I am, watching you laugh
The date has already been erased by time

I gave you so much and how little I had left
In a sad gray frame, your photo without color

I have your portrait here, but you don't love me
I touch and caress it, but you don't love me
What do I want with your face in a picture if it doesn't say anything

I have here your portrait, but you don't love me
I tell you about love, but you don't love me
Tell me what I gain keeping a picture that never talks to me

What good is it to me under the cold of a crystal
To have you trapped here

Here you are seated, the April sun covers you
Your desire to live, reaches the sky
Here I sit, wanting to relive
What oblivion hid with its veil

I gave you so much and how little I had left
In a sad gray frame, your photo without color

I have your portrait here, but you don't love me
I touch and caress it, but you don't love me
What do I want with your face in a picture if it doesn't say anything

I have here your portrait, but you don't love me
I tell you about love, but you don't love me
Tell me what I gain keeping a picture that never talks to me

What good is it to me under the cold of a crystal
To have you trapped here if you don't love me

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it, but you don't talk to me

I look at it, I caress it from morning to night
But you don't talk to me, you don't say anything

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it, but you don't talk to me

And I realize, it's just a picture
And memories don't kiss, or caress, or hug

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it, but you don't talk to me

What good is it to have your love in memory
And under the cold of a crystal, to have your image trapped

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it, but you don't talk to me

It's rather your picture that calls to memory
And it leaves my soul filled with nostalgia

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it but you don't talk to me

I gave you so much that I had so little left
In a sad gray frame, your photo without color, that doesn't speak

I have here your portrait, but you don't talk to me
I touch and caress it, but you don't talk to me