Tarde - Lito Vitale, Juan Carlos Baglietto

De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas

Heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia

Error de haber querido ciegamente

Matando inutilmente la dicha de mis dias

Tarde me di cuenta que al final

Se vive igual mintiendo

Tarde comprendí que mi ilusión

Se marchito queriendo

Pobre amor que amor que esta sufriendo

La amargura mas tenáz

Y ahora que no es hora para nada

Tu boca enamorama me incita una vez más

Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo

Por que dentro del alma tengo miedo

Tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir

La comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir

Todo lo que di todo lo perdi

Siempre tuve el alma entera

De cualquier manera soportando afrendas

Y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé

De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas

Heridas que no cierran ni sangran todavia

Error de haber querido ciegamente

Perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras

Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores

Ya murió el amor porque el dolor

Le marchito las flores y aunque llores y me implores

Mi ilusión va a devolver

No ves que ya la pobre esta cansada

Vencida, destrozada de tanto parecer

Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo

Por que dentro del alma tengo miedo

Tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir

La comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir

Todo lo que di todo lo perdi

Siempre tuve el alma entera

De cualquier manera

Soportando afrendas

Y al final de cuentas me quede sin fé

From every love I had I have wounds

Wounds that do not close or bleed yet

Error of having blindly wanted

Uselessly killing the happiness of my days

Late I realized that in the end

You live the same lying

Late I understood that my illusion

It withered wanting

poor love that love that is suffering

The most tenacious bitterness

And now that it's not time for anything

Your mouth in love incites me once again

And although I want to love you, I can no longer

Because inside my soul I am afraid

I'm afraid it will happen again

The comedy that has plunged me into suffering

Everything I gave, everything I lost

I always had the whole soul

Either way enduring insults

And at the end of the day I ran out of faith

From every love I had I have wounds

Wounds that do not close or bleed yet

Error of having blindly wanted

Lost in a torrent of taunts and lies

I keep on rolling without waiting and without looking for love

Love has already died because the pain

I wither the flowers and although you cry and implore me

My illusion is going to return

Can't you see that the poor thing is already tired

Defeated, shattered from so much seeming

And although I want to love you, I can no longer

Because inside my soul I am afraid

I'm afraid it will happen again

The comedy that has plunged me into suffering

Everything I gave, everything I lost

I always had the whole soul

Either way

enduring affronts

And at the end of the day I ran out of faith