Текст и перевод песни La Arrolladora Banda el Limón de René Camacho - Si Tu Amor No Vuelve (Live)

Si Tu Amor No Vuelve (Live)

Por su amor,
Has hecho cosas jamás harías por mi,
Las mismas que yo como un tonto hice por ti,
Ya no tomas y no fumas en reuniones porque el te lo pidió,
Pero se que alguien puede hacer lo mismo por mi amor,
Entonces nadie va a romperme el corazón,
Pues tu lo hiciste y te largaste junto a el.

Y si tu amor no vuelve,
Tendré que conformarme con fotografías
Tendré que hacer un álbum de tus alegrías,
Y todos los momentos que viví con tigo,
Seré un coleccionista si tu amor no vuelve,
Pintando las paredes con tanto recuerdo,
Rayándome la vida con tanto silencio,
Llorando como un niño porque no te tengo,
Y es que un maldito imbecil me robo mis sueños.

Tengo herido el corazón
Y hoy me sangra mi canción
Ya no puedo estar sin ti.

Por tu amor,
Renuncie a mi vida por vivir tu vida,
Rebaje mis sueños por vivir tus sueños,
Y hoy te largas y además te das el lujo
De contárselos a el.

Te odiare,
Si no vuelves no hay remedio te odiare,
Y aunque parezca absurdo el tiempo te amare,
Pues esta claro yo no se vivir sin ti.

Y si tu amor no vuelve,
Mi alma ira a buscarte lejos de mi cuerpo,
Cargado con valijas llenas de silencio,
Huyendo del fracaso porque no te tengo,
Y es que un maldito imbecil me robo tu cuerpo,

Tengo herido el corazón
Y hoy me sangra mi canción
Ya no puedo estar sin ti.

Y si tu amor no vuelve,
Tendré que conformarme con fotografías,
Tendré que hacer un álbum de tus alegrías,
Y todos los momentos que viví con tigo,
Seré un coleccionista si tu amor no vuelve,
Pintando las paredes con tanto recuerdo,
Rayándome la vida con tanto silencio,
Huyendo del fracaso porque no te tengo,
Y es que un maldito imbecil me robo tu cuerpo,
Tendré que conformarme con fotografías,
Tendré que hacer un álbum de tus alegrías,
Y todos los momentos que viví con tigo,
Seré un coleccionista si tu amor no vuelve,
Pintando las paredes con tanto recuerdo...

If Your Love Doesn't Return (Live)

For your love,
You've done things you'd never do for me,
The same things that I did for you like a fool,
You no longer drink or smoke at gatherings because he asked you to,
But I know that someone can do the same for my love,
Then no one will break my heart,
Because you did it and ran off with him.

And if your love doesn't return,
I'll have to settle for photographs,
I'll have to make an album of your joys,
And all the moments I lived with you,
I'll be a collector if your love doesn't return,
Painting the walls with so many memories,
Scratching my life with so much silence,
Crying like a child because I don't have you,
And it's because a damn imbecile stole my dreams.

My heart is wounded
And today my song bleeds for me
I can't be without you anymore.

For your love,
I gave up my life to live yours,
I lowered my dreams to live your dreams,
And today you leave and also have the luxury
Of telling him about them.

I'll hate you,
If you don't come back, there's no other way, I'll hate you,
And even if it seems absurd, I'll love you over time,
Because it's clear that I can't live without you.

And if your love doesn't return,
My soul will go looking for you far from my body,
Loaded with suitcases full of silence,
Fleeing from failure because I don't have you,
And it's because a damn imbecile stole your body.

My heart is wounded
And today my song bleeds for me
I can't be without you anymore.

And if your love doesn't return,
I'll have to settle for photographs,
I'll have to make an album of your joys,
And all the moments I lived with you,
I'll be a collector if your love doesn't return,
Painting the walls with so many memories,
Scratching my life with so much silence,
Fleeing from failure because I don't have you,
And it's because a damn imbecile stole your body,
I'll have to settle for photographs,
I'll have to make an album of your joys,
And all the moments I lived with you,
I'll be a collector if your love doesn't return,
Painting the walls with so many memories...