Below is the lyrics of the song Por Amarte Tanto , artist - Melendi with translation
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Melendi
No quiero volver a soñar despierto
Ni a ver un oasis en el desierto
De tu corazón
Soy tan solo un peón para ti
Y a veces grito al cielo por tu pelo
Me muero por dentro, me mata el silencio de tu corazon.
Y a veces cae la noche y me desvelo, casi al mismo tiempo que pierdo yo el
sueño por amor
Y por amarte tanto… muero yo
No quiero volver a las ilusiones
Son como espejismos que hacen que te vea
Como quiero yo
Y la realidad no es así
Por mucho que quiera cambiar no puedo
Me has mentido tanto, has secado mi llanto
No tienes perdón
Cogiste el pie cuando te di la mano rompiste mi vida, me abriste una herida
Y me echaste alcohol
Y por amarte tanto/ muero yo
Siempre te perdoné
Porque antes era fácil
Cuando quieres a alquien
Lo perdonas sin más
Pero ahora que mi amor
Está tan deteriorado/ahora que los champanes
Me saben a aguarrás
No quiero verte cerca
Del culo de mi vaso lo más cerca de mi casa el ascensor
No quiero verte cerca de mi nariz de payaso
No seré más tu saco, tu felpudo, tu bufón.
I don't want to daydream again
Nor to see an oasis in the desert
From your heart
I'm just a pawn to you
And sometimes I scream to heaven for your hair
I'm dying inside, the silence of your heart kills me.
And sometimes night falls and I wake up, almost at the same time that I lose the
dream for love
And for loving you so much... I die
I don't want to return to illusions
They are like mirages that make me see you
as I want
And the reality is not like that
As much as I want to change, I can't
You have lied to me so much, you have dried my tears
You do not have forgiveness
You took my foot when I shook your hand, you broke my life, you opened a wound
And you poured alcohol on me
And for loving you so much / I die
I always forgave you
Because before it was easy
when you love someone
You forgive him without more
But now that my love
It's so run down/now that the champagnes
they taste like turpentine
I don't want to see you around
From the bottom of my glass, the closest to my house is the elevator
I don't want to see you near my clown nose
I will no longer be your sack, your doormat, your buffoon.
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