Текст и перевод песни Hector El Father - Y Llora

Y Llora

Interrumpido queda el sueño por su despertador
Agotada por la fiesta de la noche anterior
Con maquillaje todavía, que la hacía ver mejor
Pero no le trajo amor, hay que dolor

Tantos fines de semanas sin haber podido hallar
Entre lluvias y tabernas quien la pueda valorar
Cada vez que llega el lunes tiene que ir a trabajar
Sin pareja y sin moral, pues no puede captar

Que un hombre interesado en algo puro en algo serio
No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios
No busca que se embriague, para invadir su dignidad

Que un hombre interesado en una buena compañera
No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera
No llega seduciendo con palabrerías que no son verdad
Cargadas de maldad

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas, poder tener
Un propósito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no sólo pida
Y que la sepa querer

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas, poder tener
Un propósito en la vida

Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no solo pida
Y que la sepa querer

Cuando cobra la quincena nunca espera para ir
A la tienda que le ofrezca lo mejor para vestir
Deseando ya la noche, bien ansiosa por salir
Desesperada por sentir, alguien que la haga vivir

Un sin número de discotecas hay para escoger
Donde busca por un tipo interesado en su querer
Y aunque abre el corazón para que alguno entre en el
Solo llegan a su piel, pues necesita saber

Que un hombre interesado en algo puro en algo serio
No trae hostigamientos, no viene con misterios
No busca que se embriague, para invadir su dignidad

Que un hombre interesado en una buena compañera
No busca en una noche hacer con ella lo que quiera
No llega seduciendo con palabrerías que no son verdad
Cargadas de maldad

Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas, poder tener
Un propósito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no sólo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Y llora, y llora, y llora, Por ser mujer
Y añora a todas horas, poder tener
Un propósito en la vida
Con derecho a ser querida
Alguien que no sólo pida
Y que la sepa querer
Que la sepa querer

And She Cries

Her sleep is interrupted by the alarm clock's call,
Exhausted from the party, the night before's thrall.
Makeup still adorns her, enhancing her face,
But it hasn't brought her love, oh, the disgrace.

So many weekends spent, searching in vain,
Amidst the rain and taverns, for someone to sustain.
Each Monday comes around, back to work she goes,
Without a partner, her spirit low.

A man who seeks something pure, something true,
Won't bring harassment, no mystery he'll imbue.
He won't wait for her to be drunk, to steal her pride away,

A man who wants a good companion by his side,
Doesn't seek a one-night stand, with nothing to hide.
He won't seduce with lies, words that are untrue,
Filled with malice through and through.

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman,
And yearns, every hour, to have a plan,
A purpose in this life,

With the right to be cherished and loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
But knows how to give love back.

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman,
And yearns, every hour, to have a plan,
A purpose in this life,

With the right to be cherished and loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
But knows how to give love back.

When payday arrives, she wastes no time to roam,
To the store that offers the best clothes for her home.
Eagerly awaiting the night, yearning to break free,
Desperate to feel, someone who makes her truly be.

Countless discotheques, a plethora to choose,
Where she searches for a man, interested in her muse.
And though she opens her heart, hoping someone will see,
They only touch her skin, for she needs to decree,

That a man who seeks something pure, something true,
Won't bring harassment, no mystery he'll imbue.
He won't wait for her to be drunk, to steal her pride away,

A man who wants a good companion by his side,
Doesn't seek a one-night stand, with nothing to hide.
He won't seduce with lies, words that are untrue,
Filled with malice through and through.

And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman,
And yearns, every hour, to have a plan,
A purpose in this life,
With the right to be cherished and loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
But knows how to give love back.
And she cries, and she cries, and she cries, for being a woman,
And yearns, every hour, to have a plan,
A purpose in this life,
With the right to be cherished and loved,
Someone who doesn't just take,
But knows how to give love back.
Knows how to give love back.