Текст и перевод песни Ismael Miranda - Gotas de Nostalgia

Gotas de Nostalgia

Gotas de nostalgia sobre mi guitarra se desliza mojando mi alma.
Tu no te borras, tu no te me acabas, yo no me resigno a esta soledad.
Y caen lentemente gotas de nostalgia por que ya no estas.
Todavia siente mi alma el ultimo abrazo que me dio tu amor, me quedo con hambre, con sed y rabia por este vacio en mi corazon.
No se borran tus recuerdos, tu voz, tu perfume, tu forma de amar.
En labios ajenos yo nunca te busco, pues no existe nadie que me bese igual no!
Y caen gotas de nostalgia sobre mi guitarra se desliza mojando mi alma.
Tu no me borras, tu no me acabas, yo no me resigno a esta soledad.
Y caen lentemente gotas de nostalgia por que ya no estas.
Todavia eres mi anelo y espero encontrarte a la despertar eres mi ayer, mi manana, mi hoy y mi todo mi unico remedio a la soledad.
Todavia ensiende mis ilusiones y toda mi vida espera por ti, todovia hoy te escribo canciones diciendo te quiero y no quieres oir.
Y caen gotas de nostalgia sobre mi guitarra se desliza suave mojando mi alma.
Tu no me borras, tu no

Nostalgia Drops

Drops of nostalgia slide over my guitar, getting my soul wet.
You are not erased, you are not gone, I do not resign myself to this solitude.
And drops of nostalgia slowly fall because you are not here anymore.
My soul still feels the last hug your love gave me, I'm left with hunger, thirst and rage for this emptiness in my heart.
Your memories, your voice, your perfume, your way of loving are not erased.
In foreign lips I never look for you, because there is no one who kisses me the same, no!
And drops of nostalgia slide over my guitar, getting my soul wet.
You are not erased, you are not gone, I do not resign myself to this solitude.
And drops of nostalgia slowly fall because you are not here anymore.
You are still my desire and I hope to find you when I wake up, you are my yesterday, my tomorrow, my today and my everything, my only remedy for loneliness.
You still light up my illusions and my whole life waits for you, today I still write you songs saying I love you and you don't want to hear.
And drops of nostalgia softly slide over my guitar, getting my soul wet.
You are not erased, you are not