Текст и перевод песни Luisa María Guell - Quién Será Esa Mujer

Quién Será Esa Mujer

Tantas y tantas preguntas me hago por tu culpa,
Tal vez sin razon.

Quien abrira las ventana todas las mañanas,
De par en par
Quien como yo con dulzura te dara su ternura,
Al despertar
Quien te obsequiara corbatas y aunque no te gusten,
Tu me sonreiras
Quien te esperara a cualquier hora para cenar contigo,
A quien haras hoy esperar.

Quien cerrara tu camisa cuando vas de prisa,
A cualquier lugar
Quien si te niegas hacerlo por estar cansado,
Te comprendera
Quien te escribira un te amo en las sabanas blanca,
Cuando tu no estas
Quien entrara en tus anhelos cuando te encuentres solo,
En tu intimidad.

Quien te escribira un te amo en las sabanas blanca,
Cuando tu no estas

Quien sera esa mujer, quien sera esa mujer,

Tantas y tantas preguntas me hago por tu culpa,
Tal vez sin razon.
En las islas de angustia veo huyendo tus ojos,
Quizas con temor
Temo que quieras decirme que ya no me quieres,
Que ha muerto tu amor
Siento que de tanto amarte podrias culparme,
Te hablaran de mi amor.

Que te dira esa otra que yo no te haya dicho,
Me pongo a pensar
Si ella te dice te quiero y despeina tu pelo,
Me vas a recordar
Como podria haber otra si eres mi horizonte,
Y yo soy tu mar
Como se atreve esa otra quien trata de llevarse,
Mi vida y mi hogar

Quien te escribira un te amo en las sabanas blancas,
Cuando tu no estas

Quien sera esa mujer, quien sera esa mujer,

Solo yo se te comprender

Who Will Be That Woman

So many questions I ask myself because of you,
Maybe without reason.

Who will open the windows every morning,
Wide open
Who will give you their tenderness with sweetness like me,
When you wake up
Who will give you ties and even if you don't like them,
You will smile at me
Who will wait for you at any time to have dinner with you,
Who will you make wait today.

Who will close your shirt when you are in a hurry,
Anywhere you go
Who, if you refuse to do it because you are tired,
Will understand you
Who will write an I love you on the white sheets,
When you are not there
Who will enter your desires when you are alone,
In your intimacy.

Who will write an I love you on the white sheets,
When you are not there

Who will be that woman, who will be that woman,

So many questions I ask myself because of you,
Maybe without reason.
In the islands of anguish I see your eyes fleeing,
Perhaps with fear
I'm afraid you might want to tell me that you don't love me anymore,
That your love has died
I feel that from loving you so much you could blame me,
They will tell you about my love.

What will that other one tell you that I haven't told you,
I start to think
If she tells you she loves you and ruffles your hair,
You'll remember me
How could there be another if you are my horizon,
And I am your sea
How dare that other who tries to take away,
My life and my home

Who will write an I love you on the white sheets,
When you are not there

Who will be that woman, who will be that woman,

Only I can understand you