Singer: Francisco CANAROSinger 2: Roberto MaidaComposer: Francisco CanaroAuthor: Francisco Canaro
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Aunque no lo crean — Francisco CANARO
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Lyrics
Dicen que yo no tengo amor y que abusé de tu querer. Dicen que dicen, que no se puede creer que yo te quiera, como te quiero yo. Dicen que yo te soy infiel para humillar a tu pasión. Dicen que busco matar ese querer. Dicen que tengo como piedra el corazón. Aunque no lo crean, yo te quiero tanto que sin ti la vida es pena y quebranto, y te llevo dentro, dentro de mi alma, dentro de mis venas, dentro de mis carnes. Aunque no lo crean, te amo con delirio porque sos mi aliento y sin ti me muero, y dejá que digan esos que de rabia sueltan un veneno formando palabras. Y han de saber que yo nací para sufrir y para amar. Y que paso las noches sin dormir por esos ojos que invitan a soñar. Y han de saber que por tu amor sacrifiqué vida y placer, y al pensar que te pudiera perder palpita fuerte mi abatido corazón. Aunque no lo crean sos mi gran amor.
English translation
They say that I have no love and that I abused your love. They say that they say, that it is impossible to believe that I love you, as I love you. They say that I am unfaithful to you to humiliate your passion. They say that I seek to kill that love. They say that my heart is like a stone. Believe it or not, I love you so much that without you, life is sorrow and brokenness, and I carry you inside, inside my soul, inside my veins, inside my flesh. Believe it or not, I love you with delirium because you are my breath and without you I die, and let them say those who out of rage release a poison forming words. And they must know that I was born to suffer and to love. And that I spend sleepless nights because of those eyes that invite you to dream. And they must know that for your love I sacrificed life and pleasure, and at the thought that I could lose you my despondent heart beats strong. Believe it or not, you are my great love.