Текст и перевод песни Henry Santos - Trece Días (Migajitas de Amor) - Deluxe

Trece Días (Migajitas de Amor) - Deluxe

Yeah,

Henry

Mi decepción,
Trate de aconsejar sobre el amor al corazón
Y el me decía llorando y frustrado,
En un mar de lágrimas, que te llamara
Que no hay razón
Ni lógica que pueda competir con su ilusión
Si no vienes a ampararlo un momentito
Se muere de lástima sin tu llegada.

Y lleva trece días loco, muriendo de a poco
Y embriagándose hasta que no puede mas
Gritando que su alma está perdida
Porque tu eres la morenita de su vida
Aun no perdonas lo pasado, solito amargado
Mendigando migajitas de tu amor
Será otro mas que morirá de pena?
Entre llanto y bachatitas cortavenas

Y el te llora, porque aun no sabe de ti
Y el te llora y le duele seguir así
Y el te llora, a punto de enloquecer
Vivir sin tenerte no tiene sentido
Y el te llora, gritaba no la olvidaré
Y el te llora, estupefacto con tu partida
Y el te llora, ahogado en el dolor
Sufriendo esta crónica como un muerto en vida

Y donde estas?
El ya no aguanta esta pena

Y lleva trece días loco, muriendo de a poco
Y embriagándose hasta que no puede mas
Gritando que su alma está perdida
Porque tu eres la chamaquita de su vida
Aun no perdonas lo pasado, solito amargado
Y mendigando migajitas de tu amor
Será otro mas que morirá de pena?
Entre llanto y bachatitas cortavenas

Y el te llora, porque el no sabe de ti
Y el te llora y le duele seguir así
Y el te llora, a punto de enloquecer
Vivir sin tenerte no tiene sentido
Y el te llora, gritaba no la olvidaré
Y el te llora, estupefacto con tu partida
Y el te llora, ahogado en el dolor
Sufriendo esta crónica como un muerto en vida.

Thirteen Days (Crumbs of Love) - Deluxe

Yeah,

Henry

My disappointment,
I tried to advise him about love
And he told me crying and frustrated,
In a sea of ​​tears, call her
There is no reason
Or logic that can compete with his illusion
If you don't come to support him for a moment
He dies of grief without your arrival.

And he's been crazy for thirteen days, slowly dying
And getting drunk until he can't anymore
Screaming that his soul is lost
Because you are the brown girl of his life
You still don't forgive the past, bitter alone
Begging for crumbs of your love
Is he another one who will die of grief?
Between crying and bachata tearjerkers

And he cries for you, because he still doesn't know about you
And he cries for you and it hurts to continue like this
And he cries for you, on the verge of going crazy
Living without you makes no sense
And he cries for you, he shouted I will never forget her
And he cries for you, stupefied by your departure
And he cries for you, drowning in pain
Suffering this chronicle like a dead man alive

And where are you?
He can't take this pain anymore

And he's been crazy for thirteen days, slowly dying
And getting drunk until he can't anymore
Screaming that his soul is lost
Because you are the girl of his life
You still don't forgive the past, bitter alone
And begging for crumbs of your love
Is he another one who will die of grief?
Between crying and bachata tearjerkers

And he cries for you, because he doesn't know about you
And he cries for you and it hurts to continue like this
And he cries for you, on the verge of going crazy
Living without you makes no sense
And he cries for you, he shouted I will never forget her
And he cries for you, stupefied by your departure
And he cries for you, drowning in pain
Suffering this chronicle like a dead man alive.