Diomedes Díaz — Simulacion song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Simulacion" by Diomedes Díaz.
Lyrics
Se que no gustas de mí
pero yo soy feliz
no más con tu desprecio,
que en tu pensamiento este
me importa mal o bien
pero yo estoy contento.
Por eso te puse serenata,
por eso te mandé un ramo ´e flores,
pa´ que te regañen en tu casa,
y te prohiban hasta que me nombres,
te mande un papelito con gusto,
y pinté mi corazón flecha´o,
es de un hombre que este enamora´o,
contesta mi reca´o,
siquiera con insultos.
yo no he visto en verano,
la del alba que azote (bis)
pero si me entregaron amor,
pero si me entregaron amor,
despues de mil reproches. (bis)
La otra tarde te encontré
y el ojo te piqué
yo no pude evitarlo,
por Dios que no puedo creer,
que me odies si yo se,
que en tu mirada hay algo.
Yo se bien que te cortaste el pelo,
porque yo te lo quería ve´ largo,
yo te he visto que te sigues riendo,
despues que al pasar te he piropeado,
yo se que tu cantas vallenato,
aunque dices que no gustas de el,
se tambien que tu lo bailas bien,
y dijiste tambien
que el costeño disque es raro.
la gente de mi pueblo,
le preguntan y dicen (bis)
que en el fondo tu dueño soy yo,
que en el fondo tu dueño soy yo,
lo que pasa es que finges (bis).
(Gracias a je por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I know you don't like me.
but I'm happy
no more with your contempt,
that in your thought this
I care badly or well
but I'm happy.
That's why I serenaded you.,
that's why I sent you a bouquet and flowers,
to be scolded in your house,
and forbid you until you name me,
I sent you a piece of paper with pleasure,
and I painted my heart arrow,
it's from a man who's in love,
answer my recao,
even with insults.
I have not seen in summer,
the dawn whipping (bis)
but if they gave me love,
but if they gave me love,
after a thousand reproaches. (bis)
The other afternoon I found you
and I stung your eye
I couldn't help it.,
by God I can't believe,
you hate me if I know,
that there's something in your eyes.
I know you cut your hair.,
because I wanted you to see long,
I've seen you keep laughing,
after I passed you by,
I know you sing vallenato,
although you say you don't like him,
I also know that you dance well,
and you also said
that the coast dial is weird.
the people of my village,
they ask him and say (bis)
that deep down I am your owner,
that deep down I am your owner,
what happens is you pretend (bis).
(Thanks to je for this letter)