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Ella Es, Tu Fuiste

No sé cómo has podido preguntarme
Que cómo es ella
Que cómo siente
Que sí es muy bella

Tal vez será difícil explicarme
No quiero herirte
Me diste mucho
Tanto te quise

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que lo exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es justo decirlas indolentes

Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera
Mientras ella es calma en mis anhelos
Tú fuiste motivo de amargos desvelos
Mientras ella es, esa paz que busco
Fuiste incertidumbre de un despertar brusco

Pero pude al despertar
Convencerme que al final
Tú no eras lo que yo esperé encontrar

Víctor David e Ismael

Tal vez en nuestro caso no hay culpables
La inexperiencia
Tal vez el tiempo
O la inconsciencia

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que lo exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es justo decirlas indolentes

Mientras ella es calma en mis anhelos
Tú fuiste motivo de amargos desvelos
Mientras ella es más que reina, esclava
Tú fuiste un vacío donde no había nada
Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera

Pero pude al despertar
Convencerme que al final
Tú no eras lo que yo esperé encontrar

She Is, You Were

I don't know how you could ask me
What she's like
How she feels
If she's beautiful

Perhaps it's hard to explain
I don't want to hurt you
You gave me so much
I loved you so

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You asked me to express myself
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's only fair to say them, however harsh

While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a spring breeze
You were a cyclone in a meadow
While she is calmness in my desires
You were the reason for bitter sleepless nights
While she is the peace I seek
You were the uncertainty of a rude awakening

But I was able, upon waking,
To convince myself that in the end
You were not what I hoped to find

Víctor David and Ismael

Perhaps in our case there are no guilty parties
Inexperience
Perhaps time
Or recklessness

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You asked me to express myself
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's only fair to say them, however harsh

While she is calmness in my desires
You were the reason for bitter sleepless nights
While she is more than a queen, a slave
You were an emptiness where there was nothing
While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a spring breeze
You were a cyclone in a meadow

But I was able, upon waking,
To convince myself that in the end
You were not what I hoped to find