Periódico de Ayer
(Héctor Lavoe)

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
que nadie más procura ya leer
sensacional cuando salió en la madrugada
a mediodía ya noticia confirmada
y en la tarde materia olvidada.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
Fue el titular que alcanzó página entera
por eso ya te conocen donde quiera
tu nombre ha sido un recorte que guardé
y en el álbum del olvido lo pegué.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer
que nadie más procura ya leer
el comentario que nació en la madrugada
y fuimos ambos la noticia propagada
y en la tarde materia olvidada.

Tu amor es un periódico de ayer...

Coro:
Y para qué leer, un periódico de ayer.
Oye noticia que todos saben
ya yo no quiero leer.

Tu no servistes pa'nada mami
y al zafacón yo te eché.

Echa, camina, apartate de mi vera
apartate de mi lado.

Tu eres el diario La Prensa
Radio Bemba, Radio Bemba.

Para que voy a leer la historia de un amor
que no puedo ni creer.

Te quise te tuve te mantuve
pero ya no te quiero.

A tu casa yo no voy Polito
dame y tumba la chaveta la chaveta.

En el album de mi vida
en una página escondida allí te encontré.

Anda vete de mi vera cosa buena
ya no te quiero ni ver.

Que te pasa estas llorando
tienes alma de papel.

Y como el papel aguanta todo
a sí mismo te traté.

 Yesterday's Newspaper
(Héctor Lavoe)

Your love is yesterday's newspaper
which nobody is worried about reading any more
Sensational when it came out in the early morning
At midday it was already confirmed
And in the afternoon forgotten material

Your love is yesterday's newspaper
It was the headline that made the whole page
That's why they know you everywhere
Your name is a cutting that I kept
And I stuck it in my album of obscurity

Your love is yesterday's newspaper
which nobody is worried about reading any more
The comment that was born in the early morning
And both of us were the news that was spread around
And in the afternoon forgotten material

Your love is yesterday's newspaper

Chorus:
And what's the point of reading yesterday's newspaper?
Hey the news everybody knows about
I don't want to read it any more

You weren't worth anything babe
And I threw you in the bin

Get out, walk away, get out of my sight
Get out of my way

You are the newspaper La Prensa
Radio Bemba, Radio Bemba.

Why am I going to read a love story
That I can't even believe

I loved you, I had you, I maintained you
But I don't love you any more

I'm not going to your house little girl
Put the razor down and give it to me, the razor.

In the album of my life
On a hidden page I found you there

Come one, get out of my sight, pretty one
I don't want to see you any more

What's wrong with you, you're crying
You've got a soul made of paper

And as paper can stand anything
I'll treat you that way

Lyrics Translated by Alan Smith Robertson, Song Translator

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