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Those loves

Los Temerarios

Esos amores

Esos amores tan amados tan queridos
Que yo he ganado y otras veces he perdido
Amores sinmedida
Son parte de mi vida
Dificil es vivir
Sin recordarlos

Esos amores del presente y del pasado
Que sus caricias en la piel nos han dejado
Que el corazon no olvida
Por mas que haya una herida
Dificil es vivir sin recordarlos

Son amores que recuerdo a cada instante
Los conozco y a su lado yo he vivido
En mis noches yo tanbien los he tenido
Me han amado y todos fueron importantes

Esos amores son las gotas del perfume de la vida
Los amamos los queremos sin medida
Y en sus brazos cuantos sueños realizamos

Esos amores son momentos detristeza y de alegria
El comienzo y el final de cada dia
La llegada del amor o despedida

Ay,esos amores,venga julio

Esos amores del presente y del pasado...
Son amores que recuerdo a cada instante...
Esos amores son las gotas del perfume de la vida...
Esos amores son momentos de tristeza y de alegria...
Esos amores tan amados tan queridos

Those loves

Those loves so beloved so cherished
That I have won and other times I have lost
Loves immeasurable
Are part of my life
It's hard to live
Without remembering them

Those loves of the present and the past
That have left their caresses on the skin
That the heart does not forget
No matter how deep the wound
It's hard to live without remembering them

They are loves that I remember every moment
I know them and have lived by their side
In my nights I have also had them
They have loved me and all were important

Those loves are the drops of perfume of life
We love them, we want them immeasurably
And in their arms, how many dreams we fulfill

Those loves are moments of sadness and joy
The beginning and the end of each day
The arrival of love or farewell

Oh, those loves, come July

Those loves of the present and the past...
They are loves that I remember every moment...
Those loves are the drops of perfume of life...
Those loves are moments of sadness and joy...
Those loves so beloved so cherished

Escrita por: Roberto Livi / Rudy Pérez