Текст и перевод песни Rafa Pérez - Fantasía (En Vivo)

Fantasía (En Vivo)

Uy!

Venga para acá maestro...

Les presento a Rosendo Romero.

Ese que escribe versos
Repletos de verano
Estando en primavera
Ese soy yo...
Y esa linda camelia
Que se quedo sin alma
Que no comprende nada
Eres sin duda tu...
Ese que por ser bueno
Lo tiras a la nada
Y que no cree en la famaaa
Ese soy yo.
Y esa de ojitos negros
Y que se cree la dueña
De todas las miradas
No entendera el amor
Que diferente seria mi vida si me quisieras
Y que tus labios me dieran toda su juventud
Y me dejaran cambiarte un poco y hacerte buena
Entonces si gustarian los ojos que tienes tu.
Porque tu sabes que tienes preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y se someten a tus condiciones
Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencia
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno
Le mostrarán mil fracaso los años
Si se te van esos años
En fantasias placenteras
Si se te van esos años
En fantasías placenteras
Se tornaran tus placeres en llanto

Y tu sonrisa quimera

Se tornaran tus placeres en llanto
Y tú sonrisa quimera

Ese que escribe versos
Que casi no saluda
Que siempre esta en la lunaaaa
Ese soy yo
Y esa de ojitos negros
Y que se cree la dueña
De todas las miradas
No entenderá en amor
Esa que mira siempre
Con mucha picardia
Con ojos aguileñosss
Esa me mata a mi
Hay muchos que la adoran
Otros que la desprecian
Y muchos que la elogian
Para verla feliz...
Que diferente sería mi vida
Si me quisieras
Y que tus labios me dieran toda tu juventud
Si me dejarancambiarte un poco
Y hacerte buena
Entonces si gustarían los ojos
Que tienes tú
Porque tu sabes que tienes preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y se someten a tus condiciones
Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencia
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno le mostrara mi fracaso los años.
Si se te van esos años
En fantasias placenteras
Si se te van esos años
En fantasías placenteras
Se tornaran tus placeres en llanto
Y tu sonrisa quimera
Se tornaran tus placeres en llanto
Y tú sonrisa quimera

Fantasy (Live)

Oh!

Come here, maestro...

Let me introduce you to Rosendo Romero.

The one who writes verses
Full of summer
Even in springtime
That's me...
And that pretty camellia
Who has lost her soul
Who doesn't understand anything
Is undoubtedly you...
That one who, for being good,
You've thrown into nothingness
And who doesn't believe in fame...
That's me.
And that one with the black eyes
Who thinks she's the owner
Of all the looks
Will not understand love.
How different my life would be if you loved me
And if your lips gave me all of your youth
And if you let me change you a little and make you good,
Then I would like the eyes that you have.
Because you know that you have, my dear,
An attraction that captivates men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions,
Because you lavish love and luxury
Because you provoke so much disappointment
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will be shown a thousand failures by the years
If you let those years go by
In pleasant fantasies
If you let those years go by
In pleasant fantasies
Your pleasures will turn into tears,

And your smile into a chimera.

Your pleasures will turn into tears,
And your smile into a chimera.

That one who writes verses
Who hardly ever says hello
Who's always up in the clouds...
That's me.
And that one with the black eyes
Who thinks she's the owner
Of all the looks
Will not understand love.
That one who always looks
With a lot of mischief
With piercing eyes...
That one kills me.
There are many who adore her
Others who despise her
And many who praise her
In order to see her happy...
How different my life would be
If you loved me
And if your lips gave me all of your youth
If you let me change you a little
And make you good,
Then I would like the eyes
That you have.
Because you know that you have, my dear,
An attraction that captivates men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions,
Because you lavish love and luxury
Because you provoke so much disappointment
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone will be shown my failure by the years.
If you let those years go by
In pleasant fantasies
If you let those years go by
In pleasant fantasies
Your pleasures will turn into tears,
And your smile into a chimera.
Your pleasures will turn into tears,
And your smile into a chimera.