No Me Llames Cariño
No me llames cariño, no necesito caridad.
Ya no somos unos críos, ya está todo dicho,
Que cada uno siga su camino.
Cada uno en su lugar.
Cuando buscaba tu boca, el viento se llevaba mis besos,
Se estrellaban contra una roca de obsidiana pura,
Dejándome el alma rota, llenándome de amargura.
Cuando buscaba tus manos, quedaba solo en la pista,
Me apartabas de tu lado, el baile era con otro,
Como si fuera un extraño. ahora no te conozco.
No me llames cariño, no necesito caridad.
Ya no somos unos críos, ya está todo dicho,
Que cada uno siga su camino.
Cada uno en su lugar.
Cuando buscaba consuelo, tú no me escuchabas.
Nunca era el momento para mis depresiones,
Demasiados lamentos, demasiadas discusiones.
No me llames cariño, no necesito caridad.
Ya no somos unos críos, ya está todo dicho,
Que cada uno siga su camino.
Cada uno en su lugar. cada uno en su lugar.
No me llames cariño. ten caridad.
Don't Call Me Darling
Don't call me darling, I don't need charity.
We are no longer kids, everything has been said,
Let each one go their own way.
Each one in their place.
When I was looking for your mouth, the wind took my kisses away,
They crashed against a rock of pure obsidian,
Leaving my soul broken, filling me with bitterness.
When I was looking for your hands, I was left alone on the dance floor,
You pushed me away from your side, dancing was with someone else,
As if I were a stranger, now I don't know you.
Don't call me darling, I don't need charity.
We are no longer kids, everything has been said,
Let each one go their own way.
Each one in their place.
When I was looking for comfort, you didn't listen to me.
It was never the right time for my depressions,
Too many complaints, too many arguments.
Don't call me darling, I don't need charity.
We are no longer kids, everything has been said,
Let each one go their own way.
Each one in their place. Each one in their place.
Don't call me darling. Have mercy.
Escrita por: Enrique Bunbury