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Singer: Típica VICTORComposer: Agustín MagaldiAuthor: Felipe Mitre Navas

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Lyrics
Con ansias me diste la miel de tu encanto
y así nos amamos, con honda pasión,
pasaron los años lo mismo que un sueño,
dichoso a tu lado con tanta emoción.
Y así, a tus amores atado he vivido
hasta que el cansancio mi vida golpeó,
y yo, por no hacerte sufrir, he callado
diez meses muy largos fingiéndote amor.

Y a vos
hoy lo mismo que a mi te sucede también;
el hastío tu vida llenó.
No quieres decirlo por miedo a que sufra
y callas fingiendo lo mismo que yo.
Por eso
es que quiero con mi confidencia
decirte sincero la pura verdad:
si estamos iguales y no nos queremos,
que cada cual siga con su libertad.

Por fin, ya lo sabes, no sufro. No temas,
tu caso es el mío e igual la razón;
amor resentido tan sólo fue el nuestro
mas hoy el cansancio mató esa pasión.
Estamos a tiempo, seguí tu camino,
tu ideal yo no he sido ni el mío sos vos.
¿Por qué esta comedia de amores fingidos?
¡Quedemos amigos y libres los dos!
English translation
Eagerly you gave me the honey of your charm
and so we loved each other, with deep passion,
the years passed like a dream,
blissful by your side with so much emotion.
And so, tied to your loves I have lived
until fatigue struck my life,
and I, in order not to make you suffer, I have kept silent
ten very long months pretending to love you.

And to you
today the same thing happens to you as to me;
boredom has filled your life.
You don't want to say it for fear that I'll suffer
and you keep silent pretending the same as me.
That is why
that's why I want to tell you with my confidence
to tell you the honest truth:
if we are the same and we don't love each other,
let each one go on with his freedom.

Finally, you know, I do not suffer. Do not be afraid,
your case is mine and so is the reason;
resentful love was only ours
but today tiredness killed that passion.
We are on time, follow your path,
your ideal I have not been nor mine is you.
Why this comedy of feigned loves?
Let's be friends and free, both of us!

The Cabeceo