Charlene Arian — Párale song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Párale" by Charlene Arian.
Lyrics
Párale, regresa por mi.
Párale, no me dejes así
en tanta nostalgia
que me hace quebrar de pena
de vuelta al mismo lugar.
He guardado cosas
que a decir verdad
ya no necesito.
Le apuesto más
al miedo de perder
que al olvido.
He guardado cartas de amor,
de adiós y hasta los pinceles,
no quiero colorear sonrisas
falsas del presente.
Y no quiero que pase el tiempo
cultivando lamentos.
Párale, regresa por mi.
Párale, no me dejes así
en tanta nostalgia
que me hace quebrar de pena
de vuelta al mismo lugar.
He guardado sueños
que por tantos años
sueñan reprimidos.
He guardado las ganas de viajar
en mis bolsillos.
He guardado tanta pasión
de amar desmedidamente.
Ya no quiero jugar
a lo que digan,
ni lo que piensen.
Y no quiero que pase el tiempo
cultivando lamentos.
Párale, regresa por mi.
Párale, no me dejes así
en tanta nostalgia
que me hace quebrar de pena
de vuelta al mismo lugar.
Párale, regresa por mi.
¡Oh! Párale, no me dejes así
en tanta nostalgia
que me hace quebrar de pena
de vuelta al mismo…
Párale, regresa por mi.
¡Oh! Párale, no me dejes así
en tanta nostalgia
que me hace quebrar de pena
de vuelta al mismo lugar.
Lyrics translation
Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that makes me break with pity
back to the same place.
I've saved things.
that to tell the truth
I don't need it anymore.
I bet you more
to the fear of losing
than oblivion.
I've kept Love Letters,
goodbye and even the brushes,
I don't want to color smiles
fakes of the present.
And I don't want time to pass
cultivating lamentations.
Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that makes me break with pity
back to the same place.
I've saved dreams
that for so many years
they dream repressed.
I've saved the urge to travel
in my pockets.
I've kept so much passion
to love immeasurably.
I don't want to play anymore.
whatever they say,
not what they think.
And I don't want time to pass
cultivating lamentations.
Stop him, come back for me.
Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that makes me break with pity
back to the same place.
Stop him, come back for me.
Oh! Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that makes me break with pity
back to the same…
Stop him, come back for me.
Oh! Stop him, don't leave me like this
in so much nostalgia
that makes me break with pity
back to the same place.