Текст и перевод песни Julissa - El Amor

El Amor

El amor no es un beso apasionado
No es un día de fiesta en el calendario
No es dar flores un 14 de febrero
El amor no se marchita
Es un sentimiento eterno

No son prosas con la tinta de tus venas
No es fogata, cuatro ojos, mil estrellas
Frágil rosa de 80 mil toneladas
Tus ojos lo marchitaron, pero nunca tu mirada

Son los brazos que se abre en el Calvario
Son las espinas que hieren su sien
Es esa lanza que hirió su costado
Sus bellos ojos manchados con hiel

Es un madero bañado con sangre
Son esas llagas que adornan su piel
Su bello rostro tan desfigurado
Ese vinagre mezclado con amarga hiel

El amor no conoce de fronteras
Ni de razas, de culturas, ni banderas
No es tu cuerpo ofrendado sobre el fuego
No es un acto ante los hombres
Es una actitud ante el cielo

No son prosas con la tinta de tus venas
No es fogata, cuatro ojos, mil estrellas
Frágil rosa de 80 mil toneladas
Tus ojos lo marchitaron, pero nunca tu mirada

Son los brazos que se abre en el Calvario
Son las espinas que hieren su sien
Es esa lanza que hirió su costado
Sus bellos ojos manchados con hiel

Es un madero bañado con sangre
Son esas llagas que adornan su piel
Su bello rostro tan desfigurado
Ese vinagre mezclado con amarga hiel

Son los brazos que se abre en el Calvario
Son las espinas que hieren su sien (Oh, su sien)
Es esa lanza que hirió su costado
Sus bellos ojos manchados con hiel

Es un madero bañado con sangre
Son esas llagas que adornan su piel (Oh, eso es amor)
Su bello rostro tan desfigurado (Eso es amor)
Ese vinagre mezclado con amarga hiel

Love

Love is not a passionate kiss
It's not a holiday on the calendar
It's not giving flowers on February 14th
Love doesn't fade
It's an eternal feeling

It's not prose with the ink of your veins
It's not a bonfire, four eyes, a thousand stars
A fragile rose of 80,000 tons
Your eyes have withered it, but never your gaze

It's the arms that open in Calvary
They are the thorns that wound his temple
It is that spear that pierced his side
His beautiful eyes stained with gall

It's a wood covered in blood
They are those wounds that adorn his skin
His beautiful face so disfigured
That vinegar mixed with bitter gall

Love knows no borders
No races, cultures, or flags
It's not your body offered on the fire
It's not an act before men
It's an attitude before heaven

It's not prose with the ink of your veins
It's not a bonfire, four eyes, a thousand stars
A fragile rose of 80,000 tons
Your eyes have withered it, but never your gaze

It's the arms that open in Calvary
They are the thorns that wound his temple
It is that spear that pierced his side
His beautiful eyes stained with gall

It's a wood covered in blood
They are those wounds that adorn his skin
His beautiful face so disfigured
That vinegar mixed with bitter gall

It's the arms that open in Calvary
They are the thorns that wound his temple (Oh, his temple)
It is that spear that pierced his side
His beautiful eyes stained with gall

It's a wood covered in blood
They are those wounds that adorn his skin (Oh, that's love)
His beautiful face so disfigured (That's love)
That vinegar mixed with bitter gall