Asi son ellas
No hay que comprenderlas,
solamente amarlas,
las cosas mas bellas de esta creacion
son las flores y ellas
No hay que comprenderlas
pues son un dilema
de cada mirada de sus lindos ojos
nacen mil poemas
A veces son dulces, cariñosas y tiernas
a veces tan solo palabras obscenas
con duros reproches
llenas de arrebatos
pero asi son ellas.
Mañanas azules y tardes doradas,
con sol y con lluvia,
con risas y lagrimas,
llenas de contrastes,
luceros fugaces
y a veces estrellas
Y es que asi son ellas
angeles del cielo,
ternura y pasion, odio y amor,
seda y terciopelo.
A veces son dulces, cariñosas y tiernas
a veces tan solo palabras obscenas
con duros reproches
llenas de arrebatos
pero asi son ellas.
Mañanas azules y tardes doradas,
con sol y con lluvia,
con risas y lagrimas,
llenas de contrastes,
luceros fugaces
y a veces estrellas
No hay que comprenderlas, solamente amarlas...
That's how they are
You don't have to understand them,
just love them,
the most beautiful things in this creation
are the flowers and them
You don't have to understand them
because they are a dilemma
from every look of their beautiful eyes
a thousand poems are born
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
sometimes just obscene words
with harsh reproaches
full of outbursts
but that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
with sun and rain,
with laughter and tears,
full of contrasts,
fleeting stars
and sometimes stars
And that's how they are
angels from heaven,
tenderness and passion, hatred and love,
silk and velvet.
Sometimes they are sweet, affectionate, and tender
sometimes just obscene words
with harsh reproaches
full of outbursts
but that's how they are
Blue mornings and golden afternoons,
with sun and rain,
with laughter and tears,
full of contrasts,
fleeting stars
and sometimes stars
You don't have to understand them, just love them...