Rosana Arbelo — Aquel corazón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aquel corazón" by Rosana Arbelo.
Lyrics
Yo soy quien te quiere,
Quien más te ha querido
Quien dio ochenta vueltas al mundo contigo...
Yo soy tu otra parte,
tu medio latido
Tu cuarto creciente, tu nido de amor.
Si tú no me quieres, allá tú contigo,
Si no me has querido, peor para vos.
Yo sigo queriendo
donde nos quisimos,
Donde dibujamos aquel corazón...
Dibujamos aquel corazón, un verano en el río
Dibujamos aquel corazón, con tu nombre y el mío
En invierno quisimos volver,
Y aprendí que la tiza no escribe en el frío...
Dibujamos aquel corazón
Y el invierno ha dejado un borrón...
Es absurdo querer subrayar lo que borra el olvido.
De momento...
No voy a gastarme la vida contigo...
Me quedo el reinado de tus sentimientos
Así te lo digo... Así te lo cuento....
El medio... el principio y el fin de tus cuentos.
Se escribe con tinta de mi corazón.
...Si tú no me quieres, allá tú contigo...
Si vas a olvidarme peor para vos....
Saber que quererse no obliga al suicidio
No impide que acabes muriendo de amor.1
Dibujamos aquel corazón, un verano en el río
Dibujamos aquel corazón, con tu nombre y el mío
En invierno quisimos volver,
Y aprendí que la tiza no escribe en el frío...
Dibujamos aquel corazón
Y el invierno ha dejado un borrón...
Es absurdo querer subrayar lo que borra el olvido.
De momento...
No voy a gastarme la vida contigo...
Lyrics translation
I am the one who loves you, the one who has loved you the most, who has circled the world with you...
I am your other part, your half-beat, your growing room, your love nest.
If you do not love me, there you with you, if you did not love me, worse for you.
I still want where we wanted each other, where we drew that heart...
We drew that heart, one summer in the river we drew that heart, with your name and mine in winter we wanted to return, and I learned that chalk does not write in the cold...
We draw that heart and winter has left a blur...
It is absurd to want to underline what erases oblivion.
For now...
I'm not spending my life with you...
I keep the reign of your feelings that's what I'm telling you... That's how I tell you....
Media... the beginning and the end of your stories.
It's written in ink from my heart.
..If you don't love me, there you go...
If you're gonna forget me worse for you....
Knowing that love doesn't force suicide doesn't stop you from dying of love.1 we drew that heart, one summer in the river we drew that heart, with your name and mine in winter we wanted to return, and I learned that chalk does not write in the cold...
We draw that heart and winter has left a blur...
It is absurd to want to underline what erases oblivion.
For now...
I'm not spending my life with you...