Lyrics of Rodando Tu Esquina - Julio Jaramillo

Rodando Tu Esquina (original)

Esta noche tengo ganas de buscarla
De borrar lo que ha pasado y perdonarla
Ya no me importa el que diran
Y de las cosas que hablaran
Total la gente siempre habla
Yo no pienso mas que en ella a toda hora
Es terrible esta pasion devoradora
Y ella siempre sin saber sin siquiera sospechar
Mi deseo de volver
Que me has dado vida mía
Que ando triste noche y día
Rondando siempre tu esquina
Mirando siempre tu casa
Y esta pasion que lastima
Y este dolor que no pasa
Hasta cuando ire sufriendo el tormento de tu amor
Este pobre corazón que no la olvida
Me la nombra con los labios de su herida
Y andando a un baso sin sabor la mariposa del dolor
Cruza en la noche de mi vida
Compañero
Soy en noches de berbena
Sin embargo yo no puedo con mi pena
Y el saber que ya no estas
Solo triste y sin amor
Me pregunto sin sesar
Que me has dado vida mía
Que ando triste noche y día
Rondando siempre tu esquina
Mirando siempre tu casa
Y esta pasion que lastima
Y este dolor que no pasa
Hasta cuando ire sufriendo el tormento de tu amor

(translation)

Tonight I want to look for her
To erase what has happened and forgive her
I no longer care what they say
And of the things they talked about
Total people always talk
I don't think of anything but her at all times
This devouring passion is terrible
And she always without knowing without even suspecting
my desire to return
that you have given me my life
I'm sad night and day
Always around your corner
always looking at your house
And this passion that hurts
And this pain that doesn't pass
Until when will I suffer the torment of your love
This poor heart that does not forget her
He names her with the lips of his wound
And walking to a flavorless glass the butterfly of pain
Cross in the night of my life
Buddy
I am in berbena nights
However, I can't with my sorrow
And the knowledge that you are no longer
just sad and loveless
I wonder without thinking
that you have given me my life
I'm sad night and day
Always around your corner
always looking at your house
And this passion that hurts
And this pain that doesn't pass
Until when will I suffer the torment of your love