Текст и перевод песни RAMON ORLANDO - De Qué Me Sirvió Quererte

De Qué Me Sirvió Quererte

No me valió, yo no podía amarte yo no podía besarte
De pena me moría y al fin tuve que dejarte.
De que me sirvió quererte, amada mía si no podía ni besarte
Querías acabar conmigo me lo imagine bastante.
Llegue a pensar muchas veces, amada mía que te mentía al adorarte
Podía quedarme sin luz después de un sol tan radiante.
En el río de nuestro amor, de nuestro amor las aguas vuelven al cauce
Mi campito esta muy triste ya no florea el afamate, se pierde mi tamarindo
Porque tu lo descuidaste.
En el río de nuestro amor, de nuestro amor las aguas vuelven al cauce
Mi campito esta muy triste ya no florea el afamate, se pierde mi tamarindo
Porque tu lo descuidaste.
No me valió, yo no podía amarte yo no podía besarte
De pena me moría y al fin tuve que dejarte. (Bis)
Las olas del desengaño borraron todo lo que escribiste en la arena
Y eso lo sabe tan solo la nube y la polvareda.
De que sirvió el sacrificio, amada mía si nunca fuiste sincera
Fue como la sombra inútil de una nube pasajera.
Yo que llegue con la tarde, ay con la tarde sin rocío y sin estrellas
Cantare mis sin sabores, te contare mi poema y pintare un horizonte
Con mañana y acuarela
Yo que llegue con la tarde, ay con la tarde sin rocío y sin estrellas
Cantare mis sin sabores, te contare mi poema y pintare un horizonte
Con mañana y acuarela
No me valió, yo no podía amarte yo no podía besarte
De pena me moría y al fin tuve que dejarte.
Oh no, ay.
Voila.
No me valió, yo no podía amarte yo no podía besarte
De pena me moría y al fin tuve que dejarte. (Bis)
Oh no, ay.

It Was No Use Loving You

It was no use, I couldn't love you, I couldn't kiss you
I was dying of sorrow and finally I had to leave you.
What good did it do me to love you, my beloved, if I couldn't even kiss you
You wanted to destroy me, I could tell very well.
I came to think many times, my beloved, that I was lying to you when I adored you
I could be left without light after such a radiant sun.
In the river of our love, of our love the waters are returning to their course
My little field is very sad, the afamate no longer blooms, my tamarind tree is dying
Because you neglected it.
In the river of our love, of our love the waters are returning to their course
My little field is very sad, the afamate no longer blooms, my tamarind tree is dying
Because you neglected it.
It was no use, I couldn't love you, I couldn't kiss you
I was dying of sorrow and finally I had to leave you. (Bis)
The waves of disappointment erased everything you wrote in the sand
And only the cloud and dust know this.
What good was the sacrifice, my beloved, if you were never sincere
It was like the useless shadow of a passing cloud.
I who came with the afternoon without dew and without stars
Will sing my sorrows, will tell you my poem and will paint a horizon
With morning and watercolor
I who came with the afternoon without dew and without stars
Will sing my sorrows, will tell you my poem and will paint a horizon
With morning and watercolor
It was no use, I couldn't love you, I couldn't kiss you
I was dying of sorrow and finally I had to leave you.
Oh no, ay.
Voila.
It was no use, I couldn't love you, I couldn't kiss you
I was dying of sorrow and finally I had to leave you. (Bis)
Oh no, ay.