Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ay Amor, artist - Monica Molina. Album song Autorretrato: Lo Mejor De Mónica Molina, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 03.09.2007
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Ay Amor(original) |
| La tarde se detiene en mi balcón, |
| iluminando este rincón de mi soledad. |
| Resulta tan difícil dividir lo que me dicta este sentir entre la verdad… |
| Ay, ay, amor, si séque no me puedes querer, |
| ¿quédiablos hago amándote? |
| Soy prisionera de tu calor. |
| Amor, ya no me dejo de repetir, |
| ¿quéserálo que veo en ti, si al cabo sólo queda el dolor? |
| ¿Seráel aire que te das, moreno, |
| que bebíla pócima de tu veneno |
| o tu forma de mirar, que nubla mi voluntad? |
| ¿Seráel brillo de tu voz, serena, dulce melodía que quita la pena, |
| o tu forma de reír al compás de mi latir? |
| Disculpa que no me pueda quedar |
| a descansar en tu jardín ni un minuto: |
| es tiempo de partir hacia el lugar |
| donde una buena tierra al fin désu fruto… |
| Ay, ay, amor, que yo sólo quisiera saber |
| quérayos habrévisto en él, si al cabo sólo queda el dolor… |
| ¿Seráel aire que te das, moreno, |
| que bebíla pócima de tu veneno |
| o tu forma de mirar, que nubla mi voluntad? |
| ¿Seráel brillo de tu voz, serena, dulce melodía que quita la pena, |
| o tu forma de reír al compás de mi latir? |
| Ay, ay, señor, si yo sólo quisiera saber |
| quées lo que habrévisto en usted, si al cabo sólo queda el dolor… |
| (gracias a Rebk por esta letra) |
| (translation) |
| The afternoon stops on my balcony, |
| illuminating this corner of my solitude. |
| It is so difficult to divide what this feeling tells me between the truth... |
| Oh, oh, love, if I know that you can't love me, |
| What the hell am I doing loving you? |
| I am a prisoner of your heat. |
| Love, I don't stop repeating myself, |
| What will I see in you, if after all only pain remains? |
| Could it be the air you give yourself, dark-haired, |
| who drank the potion of your poison |
| or your way of looking, that clouds my will? |
| Will it be the brilliance of your voice, serene, sweet melody that removes sorrow, |
| or your way of laughing to the beat of my beat? |
| Sorry I can't stay |
| to rest in your garden not even a minute: |
| It's time to go to the place |
| where a good land finally bears its fruit... |
| Oh, oh, love, I just wanted to know |
| what the hell have I seen in him, if after all only pain remains... |
| Could it be the air you give yourself, dark-haired, |
| who drank the potion of your poison |
| or your way of looking, that clouds my will? |
| Will it be the brilliance of your voice, serene, sweet melody that removes sorrow, |
| or your way of laughing to the beat of my beat? |
| Oh, oh, lord, if I only wanted to know |
| what have I seen in you, if after all only pain remains... |
| (thanks to Rebk for these lyrics) |