Lyrics of Por Qué - Nino Bravo

Por Qué (original)

Como una pgina leda
Como un beso de cartn
Es tu amor, es tu amor
Es tu amor por m
Como una cosecha perdida
Como un vino sin sabor
Es tu amor, es tu amor
Es tu amor por m
Como una brjula sin norte
Voy buscando el
Por qu no intentas ser esa mujer
Que hablaba de un maana, de un ayer
De besos, de palabras junto al mar
De flores, de campanas, de un hogar?
Por qu te siento extraa junto a m?
Por qu sonres si no eres feliz?
Tus manos acarician sin calor
Tu lecho es solo un ticket para dos
Recuerda cmo era nuestro amor
Tan simple como un cuento infantil
Pero ahora que te falta ya el valor
Qu quedar de ti?
Como una hoguera que no quema
Como un verso sin firmar
Es tu amor, es tu amor
Es tu amor por m
Como una feria que termina
Como un ro sin caudal
Es tu amor, es tu amor
Es tu amor por m
Como una brjula sin norte
Voy buscando el
Por qu no intentas ser esa mujer
Que hablaba de un maana, de un ayer
De besos, de palabras junto al mar
De flores, de campanas, de un hogar?
Por qu te siento extraa junto a m?
Por qu sonres si no eres feliz?
Tus manos acarician sin calor
Tu lecho es slo un ticket para dos

(translation)

Like a page read
Like a cardboard kiss
It's your love, it's your love
It's your love for me
like a lost harvest
Like a tasteless wine
It's your love, it's your love
It's your love for me
like a compass with no north
I'm looking for the
Why don't you try to be that woman
That she spoke of a tomorrow, of a yesterday
Of kisses, of words by the sea
Of flowers, of bells, of a home?
Why do you feel strange next to me?
Why do you smile if you are not happy?
Your hands caress without heat
Your bed is just a ticket for two
Remember what our love was like
As simple as a children's story
But now that you already lack the courage
What will be left of you?
Like a bonfire that doesn't burn
Like an unsigned verse
It's your love, it's your love
It's your love for me
Like a fair that ends
Like a river without flow
It's your love, it's your love
It's your love for me
like a compass with no north
I'm looking for the
Why don't you try to be that woman
That he spoke of a tomorrow, of a yesterday
Of kisses, of words by the sea
Of flowers, of bells, of a home?
Why do you feel strange next to me?
Why do you smile if you are not happy?
Your hands caress without heat
Your bed is just a ticket for two