Gilberto Santa Rosa — Pero No Me Ama song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pero No Me Ama" by Gilberto Santa Rosa.
Lyrics
Aquí a mi lado estas, posando tan feliz
En esta foto que guarde… junto a tu recuerdo…
Aquí a tu lado estoy, mirándote reír
Ya la fecha se ha borrado… con el tiempo
Tanto yo te di… y que poco me quedo…
En un triste marco gris… tu foto sin color…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me ama…
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara si no dice nada…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
De amor le cuento… pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto que nunca me habla
De que me sirve bajo el frió de un cristal…
Tenerte aquí atrapada…
Aquí sentada estas… te cubre el sol de abril
Tus ganas de vivir, llegan al cielo
Aquí sentado estoy… queriendo revivir
Lo que escondió el olvido… con su velo…
Tanto que te di… y que poco me quedo…
En un triste marco gris… tu foto sin color…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me ama…
Para que quiero en un cuadro tu cara si no dice nada…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me ama
De amor le cuento… pero no me ama
Dime que gano guardando una foto que nunca me habla
De que me sirve bajo el frió de un cristal…
Tenerte aquí atrapada… si tu no me amas…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
Lo miro, lo mimo de noche a mañana
Pero no me habla, no me dice nada…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
Y me doy cuenta, que tan solo es una foto
Y los recuerdos no besan, ni miman, ni abrazan
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
De que me sirve tener tu cariño en la memoria
Y bajo el frió de un cristal, tener tu imagen atrapada…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
Es mas bien tu foto que llama al recuerdo
Y me deja el alma llena de nostalgia…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
Tanto que te di que poco me quedo
En un triste marco gris, tu foto sin color, que no habla…
Tengo aquí tu retrato pero no me habla
Lo toco y lo mimo… pero no me habla…
Lyrics translation
Here beside me you are, posing so happily
In this photo that I keep ... next to your memory…
Here beside you I am, watching you laugh
The date has already been erased ... over time
So much I gave you ... and that little I stay…
In a sad gray frame ... your photo without color…
I have your portrait here, but he doesn't love me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he doesn't love me…
So I want in a picture your face if it says nothing…
I have your portrait here, but he doesn't love me.
I tell him about love ... but he doesn't love me
Tell me what I win by keeping a picture that never talks to me
That serves me under the cold of a glass…
Having you stuck here…
Sitting here, you're covered in the April sun.
Your desire to live, come to heaven
I'm sitting here ... wanting to revive
What hid oblivion ... with its veil…
So much that I gave you ... and that I have little left…
In a sad gray frame ... your photo without color…
I have your portrait here, but he doesn't love me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he doesn't love me…
So I want in a picture your face if it says nothing…
I have your portrait here, but he doesn't love me.
I tell him about love ... but he doesn't love me
Tell me what I win by keeping a picture that never talks to me
That serves me under the cold of a glass…
To have you here trapped ... if you don't love me…
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…
I look at it, I pamper it overnight
But he won't talk to me, he won't tell me anything.…
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…
And I realize, it's just a photo
And Memories Don't kiss, or pamper, or hug
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…
What good does it do me to have your affection in my memory
And under the cold of a glass, to have your image trapped…
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…
It's more like your photo that calls to Remembrance
And it leaves my soul full of nostalgia…
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…
So much that I gave you that little I stay
In a sad gray frame, your photo without color, you do not speak…
I have your portrait here, but it doesn't speak to me.
I touch and pamper him ... but he won't talk to me.…