Текст и перевод песни Los Palmeras - Esperando una Llamada

Esperando una Llamada

Esperando una llamada
O siquiera un papelito, ay
Esperando una llamada
O siquiera un papelito

Yo pensé que me olvidabas
Dime por qué este silencio, mi amorcito
Yo pensé que me olvidabas
Dime por qué este silencio, mi amorcito

Si me quieres o si me odias
Seme franco, cariñito
Si me quieres o si me odias
Seme franco, cariñito

Ya no canto, ya ni río
Tu silencio me enloquece, ay
Ya no canto, ya ni río
Tu silencio me enloquece

Te sueño si estoy dormido
Cuando despierto te llamo varias veces
Te sueño si estoy dormido
Cuando despierto te llamo varias veces

Siento tu pelo, oigo tu risa
Y que me hablas me parece
Siento tu pelo, oigo tu risa
Y que me hablas me parece

Llama

Ay, cuando el cartero pasa
Me mira y me hace pistola, ay
Cuando el cartero pasa
Me mira y me hace pistola

Porque ha dejado en tu casa
Muchas misivas para tu tía Lola
Porque ha dejado en tu casa
Muchas misivas para tu tía Lola

Es la culpable de mi tristeza
De mi silencio
Y de que mi alma llora
Es la culpable de mi tristeza
De mi silencio
Y de que mi alma llora

Waiting for a Call

Waiting for a call
Or even a little note, oh
Waiting for a call
Or even a little note

I thought you were forgetting me
Tell me why this silence, my love
I thought you were forgetting me
Tell me why this silence, my love

If you love me or if you hate me
Be honest with me, darling
If you love me or if you hate me
Be honest with me, darling

I don't sing anymore, I don't even laugh
Your silence is driving me crazy, oh
I don't sing anymore, I don't even laugh
Your silence is driving me crazy

I dream of you when I'm asleep
When I wake up I call you several times
I dream of you when I'm asleep
When I wake up I call you several times

I feel your hair, I hear your laughter
And it seems like you're talking to me
I feel your hair, I hear your laughter
And it seems like you're talking to me

Call

Oh, when the postman comes by
He looks at me and makes a gun gesture, oh
When the postman comes by
He looks at me and makes a gun gesture

Because he has left at your house
Many letters for your Aunt Lola
Because he has left at your house
Many letters for your Aunt Lola

She is the culprit of my sadness
Of my silence
And of my soul's weeping
She is the culprit of my sadness
Of my silence
And of my soul's weeping