Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Felicidades , by - Julio Iglesias. Release date: 16.09.2015
Song language: Spanish
Felicidades(original) |
| Felicidades |
| Por habernos roto el corazon en mil pedazos |
| Felicidades |
| Por jugar al juego del amor y hacernos dano |
| Felicidades |
| Por jugar con nuestro orgullo con tanta frialdad |
| Felicidades |
| Porque solo una mirada vuestra nos hace soñar |
| Copa a copa y mano a mano, |
| Esta brindis va por ellas |
| Nos hicieron sus esclavos |
| Y nos gustan sus cadenas |
| Seguiremos adelante |
| Contra el viento y la marea |
| Que el dolor de sus desaires |
| Hiere menos que perderlas. |
| Felicidades |
| Por hacer del hombre el triste rey de los payasos |
| Felicidades |
| Por robarnos la palabra, la razón, y enamorarnos |
| Felicidades |
| Porque nos quitáis el sueño, la calma y la paz |
| Felicidades |
| Porque cuando no estáis cerca, vivir es llorar |
| Copa a copa y mano a mano, |
| Esta brindis va por ellas |
| Nos hicieron sus esclavos |
| Y nos gustan sus cadenas |
| Seguiremos adelante |
| Contra el viento y la marea |
| Que el dolor de sus desaires |
| Hiere menos que perderlas. |
| (translation) |
| Congratulations |
| For having broken our hearts into a thousand pieces |
| Congratulations |
| For playing the game of love and hurting us |
| Congratulations |
| For playing with our pride so coldly |
| Congratulations |
| Because just one look from you makes us dream |
| Cup by cup and hand in hand, |
| This toast goes to them |
| They made us their slaves |
| And we like their chains |
| we'll move on |
| Against the wind and the tide |
| Than the pain of your slights |
| It hurts less than losing them. |
| Congratulations |
| For making man the sad king of clowns |
| Congratulations |
| For stealing our word, reason, and falling in love |
| Congratulations |
| Because you take away our sleep, calm and peace |
| Congratulations |
| Because when you're not around, to live is to cry |
| Cup by cup and hand in hand, |
| This toast goes to them |
| They made us their slaves |
| And we like their chains |
| we'll move on |
| Against the wind and the tide |
| Than the pain of your slights |
| It hurts less than losing them. |