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She Is, You Were

Pastor Lopez

Ella Es, Tú Fuiste

No sé cómo has podido preguntarme
Que como es ella
Que como siente
Que si es muy bella

Tal vez será difícil explicarme
No quiero herirte
Me diste mucho
Tanto te quise

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que lo exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es justo decirlas indolentes

Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera

Mientras ella es calma en mis anhelos
Tú fuiste motivo de amargos desvelos
Mientras ella es esa paz que busco
Fuiste incertidumbre de un despertar brusco

Pero pude al despertar
Convencerme que al final
Tú no eras lo que yo espere encontrar

Tal vez en nuestro caso no hay culpables
La inexperiencia
Tal vez el tiempo
O la inconsciencia

Perdona si te hieren mis palabras
Tú misma me has pedido que lo exprese
A veces las verdades son amargas
Pero es gusto decirlas indolentes

Mientras ella es calma en mis anhelos
Tú fuiste motivo de amargos desvelos
Mientras ella es más que reina esclava
Tú fuiste un vacío donde no había nada

Mientras ella es manantial que fluye
Tú fuiste torrente que todo destruye
Mientras ella es brisa en primavera
Tú fuiste ciclón en una pradera

Pero pude al despertar
Convencerme que al final
Tú no eras lo que yo espere encontrar

She Is, You Were

I don't know how you could ask me
What she's like
How she feels
If she's very beautiful

Maybe it will be difficult to explain
I don't want to hurt you
You gave me a lot
I loved you so much

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You yourself asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's fair to say them indifferent

While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

While she is calm in my desires
You were the cause of bitter sleepless nights
While she is the peace I seek
You were the uncertainty of an abrupt awakening

But I could wake up
Convince myself that in the end
You were not what I expected to find

Maybe in our case there are no culprits
Inexperience
Maybe time
Or unconsciousness

Forgive me if my words hurt you
You yourself asked me to express it
Sometimes truths are bitter
But it's a pleasure to say them indifferent

While she is calm in my desires
You were the cause of bitter sleepless nights
While she is more than a slave queen
You were a void where there was nothing

While she is a flowing spring
You were a torrent that destroys everything
While she is a breeze in spring
You were a cyclone in a meadow

But I could wake up
Convince myself that in the end
You were not what I expected to find

Escrita por: Froilán Antonio Rodríguez Jiménez