Rondando tu esquina - Julio Jaramillo

Esta noche tengo ganas de buscarla

De borrar lo que ha pasado y perdonarla

Ya no me importa el que diran

Y de las cosas que hablaran

Total la gente siempre habla

Yo no pienso mas que en ella a toda hora

Es terrible esta pasion devoradora

Y ella siempre sin saber sin siquiera sospechar

Mi deseo de volver

Que me has dado vida mía

Que ando triste noche y día

Rondando siempre tu esquina

Mirando siempre tu casa

Y esta pasion que lastima

Y este dolor que no pasa

Hasta cuando ire sufriendo el tormento de tu amor

Este pobre corazón que no la olvida

Me la nombra con los labios de su herida

Y andando a un baso sin sabor la mariposa del dolor

Cruza en la noche de mi vida

Compañero

Soy en noches de berbena

Sin embargo yo no puedo con mi pena

Y el saber que ya no estas

Solo triste y sin amor

Me pregunto sin sesar

Que me has dado vida mía

Que ando triste noche y día

Rondando siempre tu esquina

Mirando siempre tu casa

Y esta pasion que lastima

Y este dolor que no pasa

Hasta cuando ire sufriendo el tormento de tu amor

Tonight I want to look for her

To erase what has happened and forgive her

I no longer care what they say

And of the things they talked about

Total people always talk

I don't think of anything but her at all times

This devouring passion is terrible

And she always without knowing without even suspecting

my desire to return

that you have given me my life

I'm sad night and day

Always around your corner

always looking at your house

And this passion that hurts

And this pain that doesn't pass

Until when will I suffer the torment of your love

This poor heart that does not forget her

He names her with the lips of his wound

And walking to a flavorless glass the butterfly of pain

Cross in the night of my life

Buddy

I am in berbena nights

However, I can't with my sorrow

And the knowledge that you are no longer

just sad and loveless

I wonder without thinking

that you have given me my life

I'm sad night and day

Always around your corner

always looking at your house

And this passion that hurts

And this pain that doesn't pass

Until when will I suffer the torment of your love