Lyrics of Ya No Hay Olas en la Arena - Diego El Cigala, Javier Limón, Ramon Manuel Jiménez "el Cigala"

Ya No Hay Olas en la Arena (original)

No me importa que seas besucona
Ni que juegues conmigo a las sirenas
Ni que seas tan lista y tan persona
Ni que rías mis gracias y sonrías mis penas
No me importa que estés tan disponible
Ni que tengas la piel así de suave
Ni que seas bebible y comestible
Ni que tengas tu piso y me dejes la llave
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres
No me importa que sepas de cocina
Ni que cuajes de flores tu terraza
Ni tus dotes medidas de adivina
Para hacer sugerencias o para no meter baza
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:
Una de esas mujeres
Que ocurren en la vida
Enigmas como tú para mi voz de amante
Contante, sonante
No darla por perdida
No me importa saber lo que no dices
Mientras pintas tus labios de camelia
Ni me importa que te intelectualices
Y me leas de todo, que pareces Babelia
No me importa el silencio que desnudas
Cuando estoy ya despierto y tú aún dormida
Ni me importa el runrún con que saludas
Y recreas el mundo, recién amanecida
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres
No me importa que digas que me quieres
Ni que vuelvas la espalda a tus ideas
Cuando me hablas de mil amaneceres
Sin salir de mis brazos, aunque no te lo creas
Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:
Una de esas mujeres
Que ocurren en la vida
Regalos como tú
Para mi voz de amante
Contante, sonante
No darla por perdida
Te tendré que querer tal como eres
Me tendrás que aceptar tal como soy

(translation)

I don't care if you're kissy
Or that you play sirens with me
Nor that you are so smart and so person
Nor that you laugh at my thanks and smile at my sorrows
I don't care that you're so available
Not even that you have skin that soft
Nor that you are drinkable and edible
Not even if you have your apartment and leave me the key
I will have to accept you as you are
I don't care if you know how to cook
Nor that your terrace curdles of flowers
Not even your skills as a fortune teller
To make suggestions or not to put a trick
I will have to accept you as you are:
one of those women
What happens in life
Riddles like you for my lover's voice
constant, sonorous
Don't give it up for lost
I don't care what you don't say
While you paint your camellia lips
I don't care if you get intellectual
And read me everything, you look like Babelia
I don't care about the silence you bare
When I'm already awake and you're still asleep
I don't even care about the runrún with which you greet
And you recreate the world, just dawned
I will have to accept you as you are
I don't care if you say you love me
Nor that you turn your back on your ideas
When you talk to me about a thousand sunrises
Without leaving my arms, believe it or not
I will have to accept you as you are:
one of those women
What happens in life
gifts like you
For my lover's voice
constant, sonorous
Don't give it up for lost
I will have to love you as you are
You will have to accept me as I am