Текст и перевод песни Grupo Trinidad - Estás Molesto - En Vivo

Estás Molesto - En Vivo

Para ese amor que hay que fingir,
Con mucho cariño.

Estás molesto porque sabes que ha nacido,
Es una nena parecida tanto a ti,
Estás molesto porque no puedes tenerla,
Por ser el fruto de un amor que hay que fingir.

Estás molesto y has pedido conocerla,
Lleva tu sangre y un poquito de tu amor,
Amor que un día tú jugaste a la aventura,
En ese hotel donde engañaste un corazón.

No te dirá papá, preguntará quién es,
Y cuando sea mayor te querrá conocer.
No te dirá papá, y te odiará tal vez,
Porque hiciste sufrir a su linda mamá.

Estás molesto de pensar qué hará en el tiempo,
Y tienes ganas de contarle a tu mujer
Esa locura que te complicó la vida,
Y hoy te marea hasta no saber qué hacer.

Estás molesto y has pedido conocerla,
Lleva tu sangre y un poquito de tu amor,
Amor que un día tú jugaste a la aventura,
En ese hotel donde engañaste un corazón.

No te dirá papá, preguntará quién es,
Y cuando sea mayor te querrá conocer.
No te dirá papá, y te odiará tal vez,
Porque hiciste sufrir a su linda mamá.

Estás molesto porque no puedes tenerla,
Por ser el fruto de un amor que hay que fingir,
Por ser el fruto de un amor que hay que fingir,
Por ser el fruto de un amor que hay que fingir.

You're Upset - Live

For that love that must be faked,
With much love.

You're upset because you know she's been born,
A little girl so much like you,
You're upset because you can't have her,
For being the fruit of a love that must be faked.

You're upset and you've asked to meet her,
She carries your blood and a little bit of your love,
Love that one day you played at adventure,
In that hotel where you cheated on a heart.

She won't call you daddy, she'll ask who you are,
And when she's older she'll want to meet you.
She won't call you daddy, and she'll hate you perhaps,
Because you made her lovely mother suffer.

You're upset to think what will happen to her in time,
And you feel like telling your wife
That madness that's complicated your life,
And today it drives you crazy until you don't know what to do.

You're upset and you've asked to meet her,
She carries your blood and a little bit of your love,
Love that one day you played at adventure,
In that hotel where you cheated on a heart.

She won't call you daddy, she'll ask who you are,
And when she's older she'll want to meet you.
She won't call you daddy, and she'll hate you perhaps,
Because you made her lovely mother suffer.

You're upset because you can't have her,
For being the fruit of a love that must be faked,
For being the fruit of a love that must be faked,
For being the fruit of a love that must be faked.