Translation of the song lyrics Canción Para Mi Ex - Jay Wheeler

Canción Para Mi Ex (original)

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Yo no sé si fui yo que me acostumbré
Ha pasado el tiempo y el amor se fue
Estamos tan alejao que ya nadie nos ve
Ya me cansé
Hasta aquí llegué
(Uh-uh)
Yo sé que te duele
(Uh-uh)
A mí no me duele
(Mm-mm)
Yo sé que te duele
(Uh-uh)
Pero a mí no me dule
No siento na' cuando te beso
Tú lo has notado, contigo ya ni me expreso
Te lo digo por si un día no regreso
Ya me cansé no estoy pa' eso, no
Quiero un amor verdadero
De esos que se ven el 14 de febrero
Contigo no se puede, siéndote sincero
He Intentado todo, pero ya no te quiero
(Uh-uh-uh)
Buscaba felicidad, pero contigo no era
Solo quiero ponerle fin a esta falsa novela
Sí, buscaba felicidad, pero contigo no era
Solo quiero ponerle fin a esta falsa novela
(Uh-uh)
Yo sé que te duele
(Uh-uh)
A mí no me duele
(Mm-mm)
Y es que yo sé que te duele
(Mm-mm)
Pero a mí no me dule
(Uh-uh)
Yo sé que te duele
(Uh-uh)
A mí no me duele
(Uh-uh)
Yo sé que te duele
(Uh-uh-uh)
Pero a mí no me duele
Yo no sé si fui yo que me acostumbré
Ha pasado el tiempo y el amor se fue
Estamos tan alejao que ya nadie nos ve
Ya me cansé
Hasta aquí llegué

Canción Para Mi Ex (translation)

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I cannot say if I, resigned, embraced the dusk alone,
Seasons dissolved, and love—like vapor from a stone—was gone.
We drift so far apart, we vanish in the evening’s haze.
Weariness fills my veins—
Here the journey halts, the thread unspools, and breaks.
(Uh-uh)
I know the wound in you is deep, a silent star that aches—
(Uh-uh)
Yet in my soul, no shadow stirs, nor echo wakes.
(Mm-mm)
I know the wound in you is deep, a silent star that aches—
(Uh-uh)
But in me, no echo, no candle guttering in its case.
I feel nothing when your lips brush mine,
You saw it, love: with you, I speak no more in voice or sign.
So I confess, in case, some dusk, I do not turn again—
Weariness has folded me; I will not play this part, pretend.
I crave a love unmasked, unerring, true—
One gleaming forth, like February’s rose, beneath the dew.
With you, my heart finds no such spring—if I must name what’s true.
I have sought every passage, but my longing is not you.
(Uh-uh-uh)
I hunted joy, but not within your arms’ embrace—
I only wish to end the farce, this marionette’s disgrace.
Yes, I hunted joy, but not within your arms’ embrace—
I only wish to end this farce, this marionette’s disgrace.
(Uh-uh)
I know the wound in you is deep, a silent star that aches—
(Uh-uh)
Yet in my soul, no shadow stirs, nor echo wakes.
(Mm-mm)
And still I know: you bear the wound, that silent star that aches—
(Mm-mm)
But in me, no echo, no candle guttering in its case.
(Uh-uh)
I know the wound in you is deep, a silent star that aches—
(Uh-uh)
Yet in my soul, no shadow stirs, nor echo wakes.
(Uh-uh)
I know the wound in you is deep, a silent star that aches—
(Uh-uh-uh)
But in me, no echo, no candle guttering in its case.
I cannot say if I, resigned, embraced the dusk alone,
Seasons dissolved, and love—like vapor from a stone—was gone.
We drift so far apart, we vanish in the evening’s haze.
Weariness fills my veins—
Here the journey halts, the thread unspools, and breaks.