Saturday, June 5, 2004

Translation:

Tonight I crave her presence. I’m willing to forgive her for all the pain she inflicted on me, if only she’d return to me. I wouldn’t care what people would say of this. Why should I care? People never cease to say things.

Mine is a self-devouring passion, as she’s all I ever think of. Yet, she does not even suspect that I want her back. This heart of mine names her with its wounded lips. At night, my pain becomes stronger, for a pain-inducing butterfly passes in front of me, further deepening my wounds.

Because I’m surrounded by my friends, tonight should be a jolly night, but I can’t cope with my pain. Finding myself lonely, aware that she’s not to be with me anymore, I ask incessantly…

What have you given me, darling? I’m sad day and night. I spend my nights roaming your neighborhood, passing in front of your house, always staring at it. This passion that is killing me and the pain that I cannot overcome leads me to ask, “When will I stop having to endure the torment that is having loved you and lost you?”

Rondando tu Esquina (Julio Jaramillo)
MP3: Listen/Escuchar [Off]
Buy/Comprar

Esta noche tengo ganas de tocarla,
de borrar lo que ha pasado y perdonarla,
ya no me importa el quâˆšÂ© dirán ni de las cosas que hablarán,
total la gente siempre habla.

Yo no pienso más que en ella a toda hora,
es terrible esta pasión devoradora;
y ella siempre sin saber,
sin siquiera sospechar,
mis deseos de volver.

Qué me has dado, vida mía,
que ando triste noche y día,
rondando siempre tu esquina,
mirando siempre tu casa.

Y esta pasión que lastima,
y este dolor que no pasa.
Hasta cuándo iré sufriendo
el tormento de tu amor.

Este pobre corazón que no la olvida
me la nombra con los labios de su herida,
y ahondando más su sinsabor,
la mariposa del dolor cruza en la noche de mi vida.

CompaâˆšÂ±eros hoy es noche de verbena,
sin embargo ya no puedo con mi pena,
y al saber que ya no está,
solo y triste sin tu amor,
me pregunto, sin cesar.

Qué me has dado, vida mía,
que ando triste noche y día,
rondando siempre tu esquina,
mirando siempre tu casa.

Y esta pasión que lastima,
y este dolor que no pasa.
Hasta cuándo iré sufriendo
el tormento de tu amor.

Saturday, June 5, 2004

Translation:

No Comments