Текст и перевод песни La Colombiana - La Tortura

La Tortura

Ay padrita mía
Guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa' ti

Dame, dame, dámelo, oh

No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella

Ay amor, me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que te fueras sin decir a dónde
Ay amor, fue una tortura perderte

Yo sé que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo

Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

Esto es otra vez esto es otra vez no

No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas

Ay amor, me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que no creas más en mis promesas
Ay amor
Es una tortura
Perderte

Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor

No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo

Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Mejor te guardas todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

No te bajes, no te rajes
Oye negrita mira, no te rajes
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor
Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor
Oye mi negra, no me castigues más
Porque allá afuera, sin ti no tengo paz
Yo solo soy un hombre arrepentido
Y como el ave que vuelve a su nido

Yo se que no he sido un santo
Y es que no estoy hecho de cartón

No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo

Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti
Una tortura perderte
Me duele tanto que sea así
Sigue llorando perdón
Yo, yo no voy
A llorar hoy por ti

La Tortura

Oh my little darling
Keep your poetry to yourself
Keep your joy for yourself

Give it to me, give it to me, oh, yeah

I don't ask for every day to be sunny
I don't ask for every Friday to be a party
I don't ask you to come back begging for forgiveness
If you cry with dry eyes
And do it on purpose

Oh darling, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying where you were going
Oh, my love, it was torture to lose you

I know I haven't been a saint
But I can fix it, my love
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live by excuses

We learn only from our mistakes
And today I know that my heart belongs to you

You better keep all that to yourself
Tell it to someone else, that's not my business
And let's say goodbye

It's the same old thing, over and over again

I can't ask the winter to spare a rosebush
I can't ask the elms to bear pears
I can't ask a mere mortal for eternity
And go throwing pearls to swine

Oh darling, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you don't believe my promises anymore
Oh, my love
It's torture
Losing you

I know I haven't been a saint
But I can fix it, my love

Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live by excuses

We learn only from our mistakes
And today I know that my heart belongs to you

You better keep all that to yourself
Tell it to someone else, that's not my business
And let's say goodbye

Don't give up, don't give in
Hey, little black girl, don't give in
Monday through Friday you have my love
Leave me Saturday, that's better for me
Hey, my little black girl, don't punish me anymore
Because out there, without you, I have no peace
I'm just a repentant man
And like a bird that returns to its nest

I know I haven't been a saint
And it's because I'm not made of cardboard

Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live by excuses

We learn only from our mistakes
And today I know that my heart belongs to you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, all that I've done for you
It's torture losing you
It hurts me so much that it's true
Keep crying, forgive me
I, I won't
Cry for you today