Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y Sin Embargo Te Quiero, artist - Pimpinela.
Date of issue: 22.09.2008
Song language: Spanish
Y Sin Embargo Te Quiero(original) |
Se lo dijeron mil veces |
Y ella nunca quiso poner atención |
Cuando vinieron los llantos |
Ya estaba muy dentro de su corazón |
Lo esperaba hasta muy tarde |
Ningún reproche le hacía; |
Lo más que le preguntaba |
Era que si la querías |
Y bajo sus besos en la «madrugá» |
Sin que notara la cruz de su angustia |
Solía cantar: |
Estribillo |
Te quiero más que a mis ojos |
Te quiero más que a mi vida |
Más que al aire que respiro |
Y más que a la madre mía |
Que se me paren los pulsos |
Si te dejo de querer |
Que las campanas me doblen |
Si te falto alguna vez |
Eres mi vida y mi muerte |
Te lo juro, compañero |
No debía de quererte (bis) |
Y sin embargo te quiero |
II |
Vive con unas y otras |
Y no le importa nada de su soledad; |
Sabe que tiene un hijo |
Y ni el apellido le vino a dar |
Llorando junto a la cuna |
Le dan las claras del día; |
Su niño no tiene padre |
¡ay que mala suerte niña! |
Y bajo sus besos en la «madrugá» |
Sin que notara la cruz de su angustia |
La oyeron cantar: |
Estribillo |
(translation) |
they told him a thousand times |
And she never wanted to pay attention |
when the cries came |
She was already deep inside his heart |
She waited for him until very late |
I did not reproach him; |
The more she asked him |
It was if you loved her |
And under her kisses in the "early morning" |
Without her noticing the cross of her anguish |
She used to sing: |
Chorus |
I love you more than my eyes |
I love you more than my life |
More than the air I breathe |
And more than my mother |
Let my pulses stop |
If she stopped loving you |
May the bells double me |
If I ever miss you |
You are my life and my death |
I swear to you mate |
I shouldn't have loved you (bis) |
And however, I love you |
II |
Live with each other |
And he doesn't care about his loneliness from her; |
She knows that she has a son |
And not even her last name came to give him |
Crying by the cradle |
They give him the egg whites of the day; |
Her child has no father |
Oh bad luck girl! |
And under her kisses in the "early morning" |
Without her noticing the cross of her anguish |
They heard her sing: |
Chorus |