El Pasado Es Pasado
Nunca te cansas de ver mi rostro avergonzado
Tu hablas y hablas y no se te olvida el pasado
Acaso yo te pregunto cuantos te besaron?
Me pasaria la vida triste y amargado
Mejor me acuesto tranquilo pensando que te amo
Si acaso ubiera podido escojer mi destino
Desde mi primer latido habria ido contigo
Para decirte que tu eres el ser mas perfecto
Pero ya no aguanto
Siempre que me vienes a humillar con mi pasado
No tengo esas listas de las bocas que e besado
Si el certificado de que nadie me a tocado
Y ya no soporto mas humillaciones y respuestas indirectas
El pasado no es el que la gente sea correcta
Es el sentimiento del presente lo que cuenta
Si ya te besaron te juro que ya lo olvide
Si a mi tocaron te juro que olvide tambien
Nunca me e puesto a buscarle huellas a tu cuerpo
Es insinuar que en tu ayer no isiste lo correcto
Cuando por fin te mire encontre un clendario
Eran tus dias del futuro i no los del pasado
Por que los dias vividos ya no regresan
Pero ya no aguanto
Siempre que me vienes a humillar con mi pasado
No tengo esas listas de las bocas que e besado
Si el certificado de que nadie me a tocado
Y ya no soporto mas humillaciones y respuestas indirectas
El pasado no es el que la gente sea correcta
Es el sentimiento del presente lo que cuenta
Si ya te besaron te juro que ya lo olvide
Si a mi tocaron te juro que olvide tambien
The Past Is Past
You never tire of seeing my embarrassed face
You talk and talk and you don't forget the past
Do I ask you how many kissed you?
I would spend my life sad and bitter
I'd rather go to bed peacefully thinking that I love you
If I could have chosen my destiny
From my first heartbeat, I would have gone with you
To tell you that you are the most perfect being
But I can't take it anymore
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past
I don't have those lists of the mouths I've kissed
If the certificate that no one has touched me
And I can't take any more humiliations and indirect answers
The past is not about people being correct
It's the feeling of the present that matters
If you've been kissed, I swear I've already forgotten
If they touched me, I swear I've also forgotten
I've never looked for traces on your body
It's insinuating that in your past you didn't do the right thing
When I finally looked at you, I found a calendar
It was your future days and not those of the past
Because the days lived do not return
But I can't take it anymore
Every time you come to humiliate me with my past
I don't have those lists of the mouths I've kissed
If the certificate that no one has touched me
And I can't take any more humiliations and indirect answers
The past is not about people being correct
It's the feeling of the present that matters
If you've been kissed, I swear I've already forgotten
If they touched me, I swear I've also forgotten