Se Tambalea - Celia Cruz, Willie Colón

Se tambalea, se tambalea, se tambalea,

tu pedestal se tambalea.

Te creiste que el mundo era tuyo,

que la vida era tu carnaval.

Destrozaste mi amor con tu orgullo,

y gozabas con verme llorar.

Ahora ves que aquellas ilusiones

de tus manos se escapan, se van.

Solo quedan tus bajas pasiones

y recuerdos que no volverán.

Se tambalea, se tambalea, se tambalea,

tu pedestal se tambalea.

Ahora imploras perdón y hasta olvido,

porque ves el ocaso llegar

y quisieras borrar lo vivido

y de nuevo volver a empezar.

Esa es la lección que la vida

a los hombres debiera enseñar:

Que el que siembra vientos y tormentas

huracanes recoge al final.

Se tambalea, se tambalea.

It wobbles, it wobbles, it wobbles,

your pedestal wobbles.

You believed that the world was yours,

that life was your carnival.

You destroyed my love with your pride,

and you enjoyed seeing me cry.

Now you see that those illusions

from your hands they escape, they go.

Only your low passions remain

and memories that won't come back.

It wobbles, it wobbles, it wobbles,

your pedestal wobbles.

Now you implore forgiveness and even oblivion,

because you see the sunset coming

and you would like to erase what you lived

and again start over.

That is the lesson that life

men should teach:

May he who sows winds and storms

Hurricanes picks up at the end.

He staggers, staggers.