Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amores extraños (Nueva versión 2013), artist - Laura Pausini. Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Song language: Spanish
Amores extraños (Nueva versión 2013)(original) |
| Ya sabía que no llegaría |
| Ya sabía que era una mentira |
| Cuanto tiempo que por él perdí |
| Que promesa rota sin cumplir |
| Son amores problemáticos |
| Como tú, como yo |
| Es la espera en un teléfono |
| La aventura de lo ilógico |
| La locura de lo mágico |
| Un veneno sin antídoto |
| La amargura de lo efímero |
| Porque él se marchó |
| Amores, tan extraños que te hacen cínica |
| Te hacen sonreír entre lágrimas |
| Cuantas páginas hipotéticas |
| Para no escribir las auténticas |
| Son amores que sólo a nuestra edad |
| Se confunden en nuestros espíritus |
| Te interrogan y nunca te dejan ver |
| Si serán amor o placer |
| Y cuantas noches lloraré por él |
| Cuantas veces volverá a leer |
| Aquellas cartas que yo recibía |
| Cuando mis penas eran alegrías |
| Son amores esporádicos |
| Pero en ti quedarán |
| Amores, tan extraños que vienen y se van |
| Que en tu corazón sobrevivirán |
| Son historias que siempre contarás |
| Sin saber si son de verdad |
| Son amores frágiles |
| Prisioneros, cómplices |
| Son amores problemáticos |
| Como tú, como yo |
| Son amores, frágiles |
| Prisioneros, cómplices |
| Tan extraños que viven negándose |
| Escondiéndose de los dos |
| Ya sabia que no llegaría |
| Esta vez me lo prometerá |
| Tengo ganas de un amor sincero |
| Ya sin él… |
| (translation) |
| I already knew it wouldn't come |
| I already knew it was a lie |
| How much time I lost for him |
| What a broken promise without fulfilling |
| They are problematic loves |
| like you, like me |
| It's the wait on a phone |
| The adventure of the illogical |
| The madness of magic |
| A poison without an antidote |
| The bitterness of the ephemeral |
| because he left |
| Loves, so strange that they make you cynical |
| They make you smile through tears |
| How many hypothetical pages |
| To not write the real ones |
| They are loves that only at our age |
| They are confused in our spirits |
| They interrogate you and never let you see |
| If they will be love or pleasure |
| And how many nights will I cry for him |
| How many times will he read again |
| Those letters that I received |
| When my sorrows were joys |
| They are sporadic loves |
| But in you they will remain |
| Loves, so strange that they come and go |
| That in your heart they will survive |
| They are stories that you will always tell |
| Without knowing if they are real |
| They are fragile loves |
| Prisoners, accomplices |
| They are problematic loves |
| like you, like me |
| They are loves, fragile |
| Prisoners, accomplices |
| So strange that they live denying |
| Hiding from both |
| I already knew that he would not arrive |
| This time he will promise me |
| I want a sincere love |
| Now without him... |