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Y mientes todavía

Singer: Osvaldo PUGLIESESinger 2: Alberto MoranComposer: Luciano LeocataAuthor: Abel Aznar

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Lyrics
No mientas, te lo ruego. Dejame, te lo pido
Dejame que yo siga viviendo como estoy,
Bastante mal me has hecho, bastante ya he sufrido
Habiéndote querido con todo el corazón.
No es cierto, no me quieres. No bajes la cabeza
Yo sé que son de pena los besos que me das,
Alguno te habrá dicho: “Se muere de tristeza”
Por eso que has venido, ¡De lástima, nomás!
 
Las noches que he pasado
Pensando que volvías,
Los días y los días
Así, con mi dolor.
Entonces con las manos
Apretando el corazón,
Lloraba y te llamaba
En mi desesperación.
Hoy vuelves, pero tarde
Y mientes todavía,
¡Qué infame y qué cobarde!
Te ensañas con mi vida
Que es una maldición.
 
No sigas... ¿No comprendes que oírte me hace daño?
Que hieren tus palabras lo mismo que un puñal,
Ahora te arrepientes, después de todo un año
Que pudo tu cariño ahorrarme tanto mal.
¡Dejame! ¡No te acerques! ¡No ves cómo me miras!
¡Qué pena hay en tus ojos, qué enorme compasión!,
Alguno te habrá dicho: “Tal vez unas mentiras
alegren todavía, su pobre corazón”
English translation
Don't lie, I beg you. Let me, I beg you
Let me go on living as I am,
You've done me enough harm, I've suffered enough already.
Having loved you with all my heart.
It's not true, you don't love me. Don't lower your head
I know that the kisses you give me are pitiful,
Someone may have said to you: "He's dying of sadness."
That's why you've come, Out of pity, only!
 
The nights I've spent
Thinking that you were coming back,
The days and days
So, with my pain.
Then with my hands
Clenching my heart,
I cried and called out to you
In my despair.
Today you return, but late
And you still lie,
How infamous and how cowardly!
You rage at my life
Which is a curse.
 
Don't go on... Don't you understand that hearing you hurts me?
That your words hurt me as much as a dagger,
Now you regret it, after a whole year.
That your affection could have spared me so much harm.
Let me go! Don't come near! Don't you see how you look at me!
What pity in your eyes, what great compassion!
Someone may have said to you: "Maybe a few lies
Will still gladden your poor heart."

The Cabeceo