Translation of the song lyrics La mala costumbre - Pastora Soler

La mala costumbre (original)

Tenemos la mala costumbre de querer a medias,
de no mostrar lo que sentimos a los que están cerca,
tenemos la mala costumbre de echar en falta lo que amamos,
sólo cuando lo perdemos es cuando añoramos.
Tenemos la mala costumbre de perder el tiempo,
buscando tantas metas falsas tantos falsos sueños,
tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.
Hoy te daría los besos que
yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor
y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que
yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor
y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Tenemos la mala costumbre de buscar excusas,
para no desnudar el alma y no asumir culpas
tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.
Hoy te daría los besos que
yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor
y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que
yo por rutina a veces no te di,
hoy te daría palabras de amor
y las caricias que perdí,
cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Tenéis la mala costumbre.

(translation)

We have a bad habit of wanting half,
of not showing what we feel to those who are close,
we have the bad habit of missing what we love,
it is only when we lose it that we yearn.
We have a bad habit of wasting time,
looking for so many false goals so many false dreams,
we have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
and only then do you realize how many things are left over.
Today I would give you the kisses that
I routinely sometimes didn't tell you,
Today I would give you words of love
and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that
I routinely sometimes didn't tell you,
Today I would give you words of love
and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
We have a bad habit of looking for excuses,
so as not to undress the soul and not to assume blame
we have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
and only then do you realize how many things are left over.
Today I would give you the kisses that
I routinely sometimes didn't tell you,
Today I would give you words of love
and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that
I routinely sometimes didn't tell you,
Today I would give you words of love
and the caresses that I lost,
how much we feel how much we don't say and with blows you ask to leave,
listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
You have a bad habit.