La Tortura
(Shakira & Alejandro Sanz)

Ay payita mía
Guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa'ti

No pido que todos los días sean de sol
No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta
Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdón
Si lloras con los ojos secos
Y hablando de ella

Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto

Que te fueras sin decir a donde
Ay amor,
fue una tortura
perderte

Yo se que no he sido un santo
Pero lo puedo arreglar amor
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazón
Mejor te guardas
todo eso
A otro perro con ese hueso
Y nos decimos adiós

No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal
No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras
No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal
Y andar arrojando a los cerdos miles de perlas

Ay amor me duele tanto
Me duele tanto
Que no creas más en mis promesas
Ay amor

Es una tortura
Perderte!

Yo se que no he sido un santo
(Y es que no estoy hecho de cartón)

No te bajes, no te bajes
Oye negrita mira, no te rajes
De lunes a viernes tienes mi amor
Déjame el sábado a mi que es mejor
Oye mi negra no me castigues más
Porque allá afuera sin ti no tengo paz
Yo solo soy un hombre muy arrepentido
Soy como el ave que vuelve a su nido

Yo se que no he sido un santo
(Y es que no estoy hecho de cartón)

Ay ay ay,
Ay ay ay,
Ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti
Fue una tortura perderte
Me duele tanto que sea asi
Sigue llorando perdón
Yo... yo no voy
A llorar por ti...
A llorar por ti!

The Torture
(Shakira & Alejandro Sanz)

Oh my little payita *
Keep your poetry
Keep your joy for yourself

I don't ask that every day be a sunny day
I don't ask that all Fridays be holidays
Nor do I ask that you come back asking for forgiveness
If you cry dry eyes
And talking about her

Oh my love, it hurts me so much
It hurts me so much

That you should go without saying where
Oh love
It was a torture
To lose you

I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it right, love
Man can't live off bread alone
And I don't live off excuses
You can only learn from your mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
It'd be better if you kept
All that
Tell that story to another one *
And we'll say goodbye

I can't ask the winter to have mercy on the rosebush
I can't ask the XXX to give pears
I can't ask eternity of a simple mortal
And throw thousands of pearls to pigs

Oh love, it hurts me so much
It hurts me so much
That you don't believe my promises
Oh love

It's a torture
To lose you!

I know I haven't been a saint
(And the thing is I'm not made of cardboard)

Don't go down, don't go down
Hey little black girl, don't give up
You have my love from Monday to Friday
Let me have my Saturday, don't punish me any more
Hey my little black girl don't punish me any more
Because out there without you I have no peace
I'm just a very XXX man
I'm like the bird that comes back to its nest

I know I haven't been a saint
(And the thing is I'm not made of cardboard)

Ay ay ay,
Ay ay ay,
Ay, everything I did for you
It was a torture to lose you
It hurts me so much that it should be that way
Carry on crying out for forgiveness
I... I'm not going to
Cry for you...
Cry for you!

Lyrics Translated by Alan Smith Robertson, Song Translator

Editor's note: * Payita (payo) is a word used by spanish gypsies to refer to anyone who is not of a gypsy origin. * Tell that story to another one: The original phrase in spanish is literally "Take that bone to another dog"

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