Café Quijano — Loco De Amor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Loco De Amor" by Café Quijano.
Lyrics
La había amado como un demente desde aquel día
en que quedaron en una vieja cafetería;
al tropezarse con una silla no dijo nada,
él supo entonces que era una chica más bien callada.
Aquella noche él la besó apasionadamente
en Mambolero mientras bailaban entre la gente,
se preguntaba si aquel mareo sería el amor
y si lo era porqué sentía tanto dolor.
Ella decía que no quería una historia seria
y él le pregunta si era posible amar a medias,
aunque sabía que la respuesta era que no la sola idea de estar sin ella le daba horror;
y ahora se pasa cada segundo en el hospital
con otros locos que le preguntan que hicieron mal,
y él les contesta con la mirada que en el amor
no hay nada malo lo inevitable es el dolor.
Y es que él debía de haberse entonces imaginado
que es muy difícil vivir así tan enamorado,
es un veneno que te arrebata el corazón,
pierdes el sueño y los papeles y la razón.
Si es que él tendría que haberse entonces imaginado
que es muy difícil vivir así tan enamorado,
es un veneno que te arrebata el corazón,
pierdes el tiempo y los papeles y la razón.
Yo no sé lo que le dio,
qué es lo que le hizo a él
que lo volvió loco de amor,
estaba loco de amor.
Lyrics translation
I had loved her like a madman since that day
in that they met in an old cafeteria;
when he stumbled upon a chair he said nothing,
he knew then that she was a rather quiet girl.
That night he kissed her passionately
in Mambolero as they danced among the people,
he wondered if that dizziness would be love
and if it was because I felt so much pain.
She said she didn't want a serious story.
and he asks her if it was possible to love half,
although he knew the answer was that not just the idea of being without her gave him horror;
and now he spends every second in the hospital
with other crazies asking you what you did wrong,
and he answers them with the look that in love
there's nothing wrong. the inevitable is pain.
And it is that he must have imagined then
that it is very difficult to live so in love,
it's a poison that robs your heart,
you lose sleep and papers and reason.
If it is that he should have imagined then
that it is very difficult to live so in love,
it's a poison that robs your heart,
you're wasting your time and your papers and your reason.
I don't know what he gave her.,
what did you do to him?
that made him mad with love,
he was mad with love.