Heridas de amor (Ricardo Montaner) (en inglés)

Heridas de amor (Ricardo Montaner)
It passes the love, it passes pain, and it passes the bitterness
It passes what uneasy, it passes the train to the times, and to the times does not pass.

It passes that I count everything to you
Because the times pass that I do not say nothing
E soon if you forget that I want you in such a way
In such a way it is transferred…
The times pass that we set appointments the sadnesses
We pass in courses of misfortune with ten
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria, dies the love
Here valley pranto, pranto that it wets
Walls of the sky, the edges of the sea
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria and wounds of love
It passes what one was expecting
My side seats you it, must pass you
You the so cold is there
E inside the spirit in congeals them here
It passes that I count everything to you
Because the times pass that I do not say nothing
E soon you forget that I want you in such a way
E in such a way is transferred…

The times pass that we set appointments the sadnesses
We pass in courses of misfortune with ten
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria, the love dies
Here valley pranto, pranto that it wets
Walls of the sky, the edges of the sea…
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria, the love dies
Here valley pranto, pranto that it wets
Walls of the sky, the edges of the sea…
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria, the love dies
Here valley pranto, pranto that it wets
Walls of the sky, the edges of the sea…
Here valley the penalty that kills and hits
Without penalty nor Gloria and wounds of love.