Sono Io (Spanish Version)
Tú, si en el camino hacia tu casa
sientes que una sombra te acompaña,
sono io,
el tonto que ha llegado a enamorarse
con serias intenciones de casarse,
proprio io.
Si abres la ventana de tu cuarto
y ves que hay siempre un coche estacionado,
sono io,
el tipo justo para una aventura
y luego abandonarlo en la basura,
proprio io.
Y si en la noche, cuando estás dormida,
el timbre de un teléfono te grita,
sono io,
un hombre que no puede ya olvidarse
que fuiste su primer y gran amor.
Si el día de tu santo llegan flores
sin firma, sin palabras ni razones,
sono io,
un loco que recuerda a cada instante
el tiempo de un amor ya tan distante,
proprio io.
Si alguna vez descubres que tu amiga
de noche sale siempre con alguno,
sono io,
que quiero usar el arma de los celos
creyendo que con ello soy tu dueño,
proprio io.
Y si en la noche buscas otros brazos
y sientes que alguno está llorando,
sono io,
un hombre que no puede ya olvidarse
que fuiste su primer y gran amor.
Y tú que me decías que en amores
de todos tus recuerdos, los mejores
eran míos.
Aquel que cada noche deseabas,
aquel que cada día más amabas,
sempre io.
Y hoy el que se siente abandonado,
aquel que en tu recuerdo está olvidado,
sono io,
un perro fiel cansado por los años
soñando de un amor desesperado,
proprio io.
Mas si después que el tiempo haya pasado
recuerdas que tan sólo uno te ha amado,
sono io,
un hombre que no puede ya olvidarse
que fuiste su primer y gran amor.
Aha, ah, aha,
sono io...
Aha, ah, aha,
sempre io...
Aha, ah, aha,
sono io...
It's Me (Spanish Version)
If on the way to your house
you feel a shadow accompanying you,
it's me,
the fool who has fallen in love
with serious intentions of getting married,
it's me.
If you open the window of your room
and see a car parked there always,
it's me,
the guy just right for an adventure
and then abandon it in the trash,
it's me.
And if at night, when you're asleep,
the phone rings and screams at you,
it's me,
a man who can't forget
that you were his first and great love.
If on your saint's day flowers arrive
without a signature, words, or reasons,
it's me,
a crazy person who remembers every moment
the time of a love so distant,
it's me.
If you ever find out that your friend
always goes out at night with someone,
it's me,
who wants to use the weapon of jealousy
believing that with it, I own you,
it's me.
And if at night you seek other arms
and feel someone is crying,
it's me,
a man who can't forget
that you were his first and great love.
And you who used to tell me that in love
of all your memories, the best ones
were mine.
The one you desired every night,
the one you loved more each day,
always me.
And now the one who feels abandoned,
the one forgotten in your memory,
it's me,
a faithful dog tired from the years
dreaming of a desperate love,
it's me.
But if after time has passed
you remember that only one loved you,
it's me,
a man who can't forget
that you were his first and great love.
Aha, ah, aha,
it's me...
Aha, ah, aha,
always me...
Aha, ah, aha,
it's me...