Lyrics of Mujer - Marta Quintero

Mujer (original)

Cuantas mujeres a medio amar, cuanta fidelidad sin delinquir, cuantas mentiras
sin con verdad, cuantos no sintiendo un si
K poca sinceridad cuanto nos queda por vivir, cuantos se creen tarzan cuantas
sisi emperatri, cuantos te quieren enseñar sin ver mas lejos que su nariz,
cuanta coba ay que dar para levantarse junto a ti.
Cuantas mujeres a medio amar, cuanta fidelidad sin delinquir, cuantas mentiras
sin con verdad, cuantos no sintiendo un si
K poca sinceridad cuanto nos queda por vivir, cuantos se creen tarzan cuantas
sisi emperatri, cuantos te quieren enseñar sin ver mas lejos que su nariz,
cuanta coba ay que dar para levantarse junto a ti.
Cuantas supieron dar, cuantas existen sin recibir cuantas almas de cristal
siendo un antonimo de vivir.
Primero voy a dar gracias al cielo por hacer que el misterio de la vida sea la
mujer y al falso machista don nadie y embustero que me diga que me diga de que
sexo fue a nacer
No creas que mi palabra es el evangelio, yo nunca fui maestra en eso del amor,
pero que suerte que en el mundo de los ciegos, el tacto y el instinto sean
pasion, pque pena que en el mundo de los necios se confunda la codicia y la
ilusion
Cuanto vale un querer, cuantos prometen en latin, cuantos listillos de bachiller,
cuantos suspensos en san valentin
Cuantos romeos con historias sin argumentos sin ton ni son, cuantos cuentos con
principitos que se adaptaron su irreligion
Oy me aplicado una frase que me a llevado a reflexionar y es que apenas es amor
aquel que desconoce perdonar
Viendo como esta el patio y viendo la que va a caer, era ilicita mi letra al
maltrato de la mujer

(translation)

How many half-loved women, how much fidelity without committing a crime, how many lies
without with truth, how many not feeling a yes
K little sincerity how much we have left to live, how many believe tarzan how many
sisi emperatri, how many want to teach you without seeing further than their nose,
how much coba there is to give to get up next to you.
How many half-loved women, how much fidelity without committing a crime, how many lies
without with truth, how many not feeling a yes
K little sincerity how much we have left to live, how many believe tarzan how many
sisi emperatri, how many want to teach you without seeing further than their nose,
how much coba there is to give to get up next to you.
How many knew how to give, how many exist without receiving, how many crystal souls
being an antonym of living.
First I am going to thank heaven for making the mystery of life the
woman and the false macho nobody and liar to tell me to tell me that
sex was to be born
Do not think that my word is the gospel, I was never a teacher in that of love,
but what luck that in the world of the blind, touch and instinct are
passion, because what a pity that in the world of fools greed and
delusion
How much is a love worth, how many promise in Latin, how many smart bachelor's,
how many fails on valentine's day
How many romeos with stories without arguments without rhyme or reason, how many stories with
little princes who adapted their irreligion
Oy he applied a phrase to me that has led me to reflect and it is that it is barely love
the one who does not know how to forgive
Seeing how the patio is and seeing the one that is going to fall, my letter to the
mistreatment of women