Marchita
Te he perdido tantas veces
Que inevitable es el recuerdo
Y la angustia del reencuentro
De tu piel contra mi piel
Me ha costado tanto y tanto
Que ya mi alma se marchita
Y se deshacen lagrimitas
Que se olvidaron de rezar
Y si yo hubiera sabido
Que para ti era tan poco
Hubiera sido más prudente, al entregarte el corazón
Y si yo hubiera sabido
Que para ti todo era un juego
Aquel verano entre tus besos no hubiera escrito esta canción
Poco a poco voy perdiendo
La claridad de tu retrato
Pero no olvido ni un segundo
El dulce tacto
De tus manos
Y si yo hubiera sabido
Que para ti yo era tan poco
Hubiera sido más prudente al entregarte el corazón
Y si yo hubiera sabido que para ti todo era un juego
Aquel verano entre tus besos
No hubiera escrito esta canción
Withered
I have lost you so many times
That the memory is inevitable
And the anguish of the reunion
Of your skin against my skin
It has cost me so much
That now my soul withers
And little tears dissolve
That forgot to pray
And if I had known
That I meant so little to you
I would have been more cautious, when giving you my heart
And if I had known
That everything was a game to you
That summer between your kisses, I wouldn't have written this song
Little by little I am losing
The clarity of your portrait
But I don't forget for a second
The sweet touch
Of your hands
And if I had known
That I meant so little to you
I would have been more cautious when giving you my heart
And if I had known that everything was a game to you
That summer between your kisses
I wouldn't have written this song
Escrita por: Silvana Estrada