Текст и перевод песни Jerry Rivera - Cómo Duele

Cómo Duele

En los juegos del amor
No hay kien prediga
Kien sera el vencedor
Kizas no fui el mejor

Dijiste k jamas t perderia
Y ya vez fui el perdedor
Kizas me falto el valor

Komo duele hoy
El saber k nunka se enamoro
Y kien puede saber si esta noche a las 12
Podria tener otro amante mejor

Y le jura el amor
K un dia me entrego
Se desnuda besando su cuerpo
Kien sabe si en el mismo cuarto en k yo

Solia hacerle el amor
Hasta ver salir el sol
Kuando entre sabanas blancas mentia
Y entonces me bañaba con su sudor

Sabe dios... si a lo mejor se canso

D tanto esconderme en las noches
Arriesgandome
Yo le solia creer
Y ella jugando a ser fiel

Komo duele el saber
K no fui el dueño de su amor
Y kien puede saber si esta noche a las 12
Podria tener otro amante mejor

Y le jura el amor
K un dia me entrego
Se desnuda besando su cuerpo
Kien sabe si en el mismo cuarto en k yo

Solia hacerle el amor
Hasta ver salir el sol
Kuando entre sabanas blancas mentia
Y entonces me bañaba con su sudor

Sabe dios... si a lo mejor se canso

Si a lo mejor se canso...

Y no se la verdad k me va a dominar
Si mi orgullo o mi razon pues me trato
Komo si yo no valiera nada
Y un dia de frente me lo konfeso

K el deseo no es suficiente
Para el amor...

How It Hurts

In the games of love
Nobody can predict
Who will be the winner
Maybe I wasn't the best

You said you would never lose me
And now, look, I'm the loser
Maybe I lacked the courage

How it hurts today
To know that she never fell in love
And who knows if tonight at 12
She could have a better lover

And she swears her love
That she once gave to me
She undresses, kissing his body
Who knows if it's in the same room where I used to

Make love to her
Until the sun came up
When in white sheets she lied
And then I would bathe in her sweat

God knows... if maybe she got tired

From hiding me at nights
Putting myself at risk
I used to believe her
And she played at being faithful

How it hurts to know
That I wasn't the master of her love
And who knows if tonight at 12
She could have a better lover

And she swears her love
That she once gave to me
She undresses, kissing his body
Who knows if it's in the same room where I used to

Make love to her
Until the sun came up
When in white sheets she lied
And then I would bathe in her sweat

God knows... if maybe she got tired

If maybe she got tired...

And I don't know what will dominate me
Whether my pride or my reason, because she treated me
As if I were worth nothing
And one day she confessed it to me face to face

That desire is not enough
For love...