Mi Historia Entre Tus Dedos
Se dice que
con cada hombre hay una como tu
Te marchas y que
yo no intento discutírtelo lo sabes y lo sé
Al menos quédate solo esta noche
prometo no tocarte estas segura
Hay veces que me voy sintiendo solo
Porque conozco tu sonrisa tan definitiva
Tu sonrisa que a mí mismo
me abrio tu paraíso
hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aun
que mis problemas sabes que se llaman tu
solo por eso tu me ves haciendo el duro
para sentirme un poquito mas seguro
y si no quieres ni decir en que he fallado
recuerda que tambien a ti te he perdonado
y en cambio tu dices lo siento no te quiero
y te me vas con esa historia entre tus dedos.
Te marchas y que yo no intento discutirtelo, lo sabes y lo se.
por que est vez agachas la mirada y me pides que sigamos siendo amigos?
Amigos para que maldita sea, a un amigo lo perdono pero a ti, pero
ti te amo. Pueden parecer vulgares, mis instinctos naturales.
Hay una cosa que yo no te he dicho aun
que mis problemas sabes que se llaman tu
solo por eso tu me ves hacerme el duro
para sentirme un poquito mas seguro
y si no quieres ni decir en que he fallado
recuerda que también a ti te han perdonado
Y en cambio tu dices lo siento no te quiero
Y te me vas con esa historia entre tus dedos
na,na, na, na.....
My Story Between Your Fingers
It is said that
with every man there is one like you
You leave and that
I don't try to argue with you, you know it and I know it
At least stay just for tonight
I promise not to touch you, are you sure
There are times when I start feeling lonely
Because I know your smile so final
Your smile that to myself
opened your paradise
There's one thing I haven't told you yet
that my problems, you know, are called you
just for that you see me acting tough
to feel a little more secure
and if you don't even want to say where I went wrong
remember that I have also forgiven you
and instead you say sorry, I don't love you
and you leave with that story between your fingers.
You leave and I don't try to argue with you, you know it and I know it.
why this time do you lower your gaze and ask me to keep being friends?
Friends for what the hell, to a friend I forgive, but to you, but
I love you. My natural instincts may seem vulgar.
There's one thing I haven't told you yet
that my problems, you know, are called you
just for that you see me acting tough
to feel a little more secure
and if you don't even want to say where I went wrong
remember that you have also been forgiven
And instead you say sorry, I don't love you
And you leave with that story between your fingers
na, na, na, na...