David Bustamante — Los amigos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Los amigos" by David Bustamante.
Lyrics
Tengo que mirarte con desgana
Y fingir que cuando paso
Paso solo por pasar
Voy para tres años de quererte
Y 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 canciones
Y buscamos los rincones
Más oscuros en el bar
Amamos las guitarras y los gatos
Y en 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 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
Y para completar esta ironía
Me contaste el otro día
Que te ibas a casar
No sé si notaste que mentía
No lloraba de alegría
Eran lágrimas 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 have to look at you with reluctance And pretend that when step-by-step just about to happen I'm going for three years of loving you And those willing to have you Me the I have to save Because they occupy the space of a friend Since you put another in my place, however, the friends don't call At three in the morning Just to talk, Or look to the lips, Nor cause, Nor zealous, nor touched, Nor are tightened to the dance If you knew that to Kiss thy portrait, And although I try, I do not leave you to dream Together we discuss the songs And seek the darkest corners in the bar we Love the guitars and the cats And in the rain without shoes, we love to walk, But occupy the space of a friend Since you put another in my place, however, the friends don't call At three in the morning Just to talk, Or look to the lips, Nor cause, Nor zealous, nor touched, Nor are tightened to the dance If you knew that to Kiss thy portrait, And although I try, I do not leave you to dream And to complete this irony've told Me the other day That you were going to marry I don't know if you noticed that I was lying There crying of joy Were tears in sal's friends, or look to the lips, Nor cause, Nor zealous, nor touched, Nor are tightened to the dance If you knew that to Kiss thy portrait, And although I try, don't stop dreaming don't stop dreaming...
I keep dreaming...