Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hay Amores Que Matan, artist - Pimpinela. Album song Hay Amores Que Matan, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: Universal International
Song language: Spanish
Hay Amores Que Matan(original) |
Estamos andando mal y no es la primera vez |
con él ya no sé vivir tampoco vivir sin él. |
Es tan dificil luchar con su manera de ser |
ni ella me entiende a mí ni yo la puedo entender. |
Si hay amores que matan |
y hay cariños que duelen |
yo quisiera saber porque |
uno los busca los sigue los quiere. |
Si hay amores que matan |
sentimientos que hieren |
me pregunto porque |
no se pueden dejar |
y si te dejan te mueres. |
No tengo con quien hablar, me siento tan lejos de él |
no sabe cuando estoy mal tampoco cuando estoy bien. |
Igual que en un carnaval en donde nadie es quien es |
vivimos con un disfraz que |
nos ayuda a seguir de pie. |
Si hay amores que matan |
y hay cariños que duelen |
yo quisiera saber porque |
uno los busca los sigue los quiere. |
Si hay amores que matan |
sentimientos que hieren |
me pregunto porque |
no se pueden dejar |
y si te dejan te mueres. |
(translation) |
We are doing badly and it is not the first time |
I no longer know how to live with him, nor can I live without him. |
It is so difficult to fight with his way of being |
neither she understands me nor I can understand her. |
If there are loves that kill |
and there are affections that hurt |
I would like to know why |
one looks for them, follows them, loves them. |
If there are loves that kill |
feelings that hurt |
I wonder why |
they cannot be left |
and if they leave you, you die. |
I have no one to talk to, I feel so far from him |
He doesn't know when I'm bad, he doesn't know when I'm good either. |
Just like in a carnival where nobody is who they are |
we live with a disguise that |
It helps us to continue standing. |
If there are loves that kill |
and there are affections that hurt |
I would like to know why |
one looks for them, follows them, loves them. |
If there are loves that kill |
feelings that hurt |
I wonder why |
they cannot be left |
and if they leave you, you die. |