Текст и перевод песни Julio Jaramillo - Las Cartas

Las Cartas

Ayer quemé tus cartas, todas ellas,
De mi pasado amor, triste recuerdo;
Para qué revivir, mejor para qué vale,
Si no existe alma entre nosotros.
Para qué revivir, mejor para qué vale,
Si no existe alma entre nosotros.

Papeles sin color y sin memoria,
Como las flores que secó el otoño;
Fueron bellas, verdad, pero que valen,
Si al leerlas de dolor si hicieron polvo
Fueron bellas, verdad, pero que valen,
Si al leerlas de dolor si hicieron polvo.

Fueron bellas, verdad, pero que valen,
Si al leerlas de dolor si hicieron polvo
Fueron bellas, verdad, pero que valen,
Si al leerlas de dolor si hicieron polvo.

The Letters

Yesterday I burned your letters, every one of them,
Sad memories of my past love;
Why revive them, what good would it do,
When there's no soul between us.
Why revive them, what good would it do,
When there's no soul between us.

Colorless, forgotten papers,
Like flowers wilted by autumn;
They were beautiful, it's true, but what are they worth,
If reading them makes me feel like dust.
They were beautiful, it's true, but what are they worth,
If reading them makes me feel like dust.

They were beautiful, it's true, but what are they worth,
If reading them makes me feel like dust.
They were beautiful, it's true, but what are they worth,
If reading them makes me feel like dust.