Translation of the song lyrics Quizás Si, Quizás No - Sabu

Quizás Si, Quizás No (original)

Me dira, basta ya Y se ira, de mi lado
Yo la vi, junto a el Comprendi, que habia perdido.
Sus ojos le gritaban que lo amaba
Como hace mucho que no hace conmigo
Me mira hoy con pena porque sabe
Que la amo locamente como ayer
Recuerdo aquella luna en su cuarto
Y el viento acariciandole la cara
Cuando eramos felices de estar juntos
Y ahora otros sueños nos separan.
CORO:
Llorare, quizas si quizas no si no lloras tu Escribire, quizas si quizas no si me escribes tu Mienteme, no me importa creere lo que digas tu Olvidare, no te he visto con el si lo juras tu.
No ves que estoy llorando como un niño
Como un mendigo pido tu cariño
No tengo dignidad ni tengo orgullo
Porque te amo mucho mas que eso.
Como a dios mismo
Te estoy rogando
Tu eres mi vida
No me abandones.
CORO:
Llorare, quizas si quizas no si no lloras tu Escribire, quizas si quizas no si me escribes tu Mienteme, no me importa creere lo que digas tu Olvidare, no te he visto con el si lo juras tu.
No ves que estoy llorando como un niño
Como un mendigo pido tu cariño
No tengo dignidad ni tengo orgullo
Porque te amo mucho mas que eso.
(Quizas si Quizas noo, Quizas si Quizas noo, Quizas si Quizas noo,
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Quizás Si, Quizás No (translation)

She will say, Enough—her voice a bell that tolls my fate—and turn away, departing from my side,
I saw her, shadowed by his arm, and in that hour I gathered I had lost.
Her eyes, lanterns ablaze, called out his name with fevered longing,
As she has not for ages let such wildness burn for me.
She looks on me today with the pity of one who knows too much,
For she discerns I love her madly still—no less than in the vanished yesteryears.
I summon back that moon entangled in her chamber’s veil,
And the wind, a gentle thief, caressing her unwavering brow,
When happiness was simple—only being near—
And now, uncharted dreams drift us apart like foreign tides.
CHORUS:
I shall weep—perhaps, or perhaps the well is dry if you shed no tear; I shall write—perhaps, or perhaps not, unless your hand replies; Deceive me—I will drink your words as truth, though honeyed lies; I shall forget—swear you were never his, and I shall blind my memory’s eyes.
Do you not see my weeping is a child’s storm, fierce and unashamed?
Like a beggar at the temple gate, I plead for alms of your affection,
I have no dignity—no pride remains—
For my love for you is greater than these husks I cast aside.
As one entreats God Himself,
My heart implores you,
You are the orbit of my breath, my living sun,
Do not abandon me to the night.
CHORUS:
I shall weep—perhaps, or perhaps the well is dry if you shed no tear; I shall write—perhaps, or perhaps not, unless your hand replies; Deceive me—I will drink your words as truth, though honeyed lies; I shall forget—swear you were never his, and I shall blind my memory’s eyes.
Do you not see my weeping is a child’s storm, fierce and unashamed?
Like a beggar at the temple gate, I plead for alms of your affection,
I have no dignity—no pride remains—
For my love for you is greater than these husks I cast aside.
(Perhaps yes, perhaps no—perhaps yes, perhaps no—perhaps yes, perhaps no,)
Perhaps yes, perhaps no—)