Bustamante — Los Amigos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Los Amigos" by Bustamante.
Lyrics
Tengo que mirarte con desgana
Y fingir que cuando paso
Paso solo por pasar
Voy para tres años de quererte
Esas ganas de tenerte
Me las tengo que guardar
Porque ocupas el espacio de una amiga
Desde que pusiste a otro en mi lugar
Sin embargo los amigos no se llaman
A las tres de la mañana
Solo para conversar
Ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar
Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar
Juntos discutimos las razones
Y buscamos los rincones
Más oscuros en el bar
Amamos las guitarras y los gatos
Y la lluvia sin zapatos
Nos encanta caminar
Pero ocupas el espacio de una amiga
Desde que pusiste a otro en mi lugar
Sin embargo los amigos no se llaman
A las tres de la mañana
Solo para conservar
Ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar
Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar
Y para completar esta ironía
Me constaste el otro día
Que te ibas a casar oh no No sé si notaste que mentías
No lloraba de alegría
Eran lagrimas en sal
Los amigos ni se miran a los labios, ni provocan
Ni se celan, ni se tocan
Ni se aprietan al bailar
Si supieras que hasta beso tu retrato
Y aunque trato, no te dejo de soñar
No te dejo de soñar…
No te dejo de soñar…
Lyrics translation
I've got to look at you with care.
And pretend that when I pass
Just passing by
I'm going for three years to love you
That desire to have you
I have to keep them.
Because you occupy a friend's space
Since you put someone else in my place
However friends are not called
At three in the morning
Solo to chat
They don't look at their lips, they don't provoke
They don't hide, they don't touch
They don't even squeeze when they dance
If you knew I even kissed your portrait
And though I try, I don't let you dream
Together we discuss the reasons
And we look for the corners
Darker at the bar
We love guitars and cats
And the rain without shoes
We love walking
But you occupy a friend's space
Since you put someone else in my place
However friends are not called
At three in the morning
Only for conservation
They don't look at their lips, they don't provoke
They don't hide, they don't touch
They don't even squeeze when they dance
If you knew I even kissed your portrait
And though I try, I don't let you dream
And to complete this irony
You checked me out the other day.
That you were getting married oh no I don't know if you noticed that you were lying
I didn't cry with joy
They were tears in Salt
Friends don't look at each other's lips, they don't provoke
They don't hide, they don't touch
They don't even squeeze when they dance
If you knew I even kissed your portrait
And though I try, I don't let you dream
I won't let you dream…
I won't let you dream…