the frst answer gets 10 points witrh the correct english notes to the song
LA TORTURA (& Allesandro 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
Refrão: 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!
Repete refrão :
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
Repete refrão:
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!
2006-07-14 06:44:53 · 8 answers · asked by shimmy 2 in Entertainment & Music ➔ Music
THE TORTURE (& Allesandro Sanz) Oh payita my you Keep you the poetry Keep you the happiness pa' you
I do not ask that every day they be of sun do Not I ask that every Friday they be of festival do Neither I ask
you that return begging pardon If cry with the dry eyes AND speaking of her
Oh love hurts me so much hurts Me so much
That were you without telling where Oh love, was a torture to lose you
Refrão: I himself that have not been a saint But I can fix him not alone love of bread lives the man AND not
of alive excuses I. Alone of errors he is learned AND today itself that yours is my Better heart keep you all
that TO another dog with that bone AND we tell us good-bye
I cannot ask that the winter forgive to a rosebush I can Not ask to the elms that deliver pears I can Not ask
him the eternal thing to a simple mortal AND to walk throwing to the hogs thousands of pearls
Oh love hurts me so much hurts Me so much That do not you create more in my promises Oh love
It is a torture to Lose you!
It repeats refrão: I itself that have not been a saint (and the fact is that am not done of cardboard)
You do not descend, do not descend Hears boldface sight, do not tear you From Monday to Friday have my love
Leave me on Saturday to my that is better Hears my black one do not punish me more Because there outside
without you do not I have peace I alone am a man very repented I Am like the bird that returns to his nest
He repeats refrão: I himself that have not been a saint (and the fact is that am not done of cardboard)
Oh oh oh, Oh oh oh, Oh, everything that I have done by you Was a torture to lose you hurts Me so much that be
asi Continues crying pardon I... I am not going to cry for you... To cry for you!
2006-07-14 06:49:10 · answer #1 · answered by Aorta 3 · 0⤊ 1⤋
La Tortura
I'm not asking that every day be sunny
I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes,
Speaking about her
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh my love, losing you was torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh my love, losing you has been torture
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save it for someone foolish enough to believe you and say Goodbye
2006-07-14 14:03:09 · answer #2 · answered by OZ 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I'm not asking that every day be sunny
I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes,
Speaking about her
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh my love, losing you was torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh my love, losing you has been torture
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
Listen, baby, don't you go
Listen, baby, don't get angry
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and you'll be better off
Listen baby, don't punish me anymore
Without you, out there I have no peace
I'm just a repentant man
I'm the bird that returns to its nest
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save it for someone foolish enough to believe you and say Goodbye
AD LIBS
Oh after all I've done for you
It was such a torture to lose you
It hurts me so that it's like this
Keep on crying sorry
I…
I'm not going
To cry over you
2006-07-14 13:49:14 · answer #3 · answered by ? 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The TORTURE (& Allesandro Sanz)
payita Ay mine
Guárdate the Guárdate
poetry the joy pa'ti
I do not request that every day they are of sun
I do not request that all Fridays are not of celebration
I request to you Either that you return requesting pardon
If you cry with the dry eyes
and speaking of her
Ay love it hurts so much to me
hurts so much to Me
That you were yourself without saying to where
Ay love,
perderte Refrão was
a torture: I that I have not been santo
Pero it can be fixed bread
love Not only lives the man
and not on excuses alive I.
Single of errors it is learned
and today that yours it is my Better
heart you keep
all that
To another dog
with that bone
and we say good bye
I cannot request that the winter pardons to a rosal
I cannot request to the elm trees that give pears
I cannot ask the eternal thing to him a simple mortal
and to walk throwing to the pigs thousands of per
them Ay love hurts so much to me
hurts so much to Me
That you do not create more in my Ay
promises love
Is a Perderte
torture!
Repete refrão:
I that I have not been santo
(and am that I am not done of cardboard)
Not you lower, you do not lower
Hears negrita watches, you do not crack
Of Monday through Friday you have my Déjame
love the Saturday to which is better
Hears my black you do not punish more
Because there outside without you I do not have
peace single I am a very sorry man
I am like the bird that returns to its Repete
nest refrão:
I that I have not been santo
(and am that I am not done of cardboard)
Ay ay ay,
Ay ay ay,
Ay, everything what I have done by you
Was a torture perderte
hurts so much to Me that is thus
Continues crying pardon
I… I am not going
to cry by you…
To cry by you!
2006-07-14 13:52:43 · answer #4 · answered by i can't wait for summer! 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The TORTURE (& Allesandro Sanz) payita Ay mine Guárdate the Guárdate poetry the joy páti I do not request that every day they are of sun I do not request that all Fridays are not of celebration I request to you Either that you return requesting pardon If you cry with the dry eyes and speaking of her Ay love hurts so much to me hurts so much to Me That you were yourself without saying to where Ay love, was a torture perderte Refrão: I that I have not been santo Pero it can be fixed nonsingle bread love lives the man and not on excuses alive I. Single of errors it is learned and today that yours it is my Better heart you keep all that To another dog with that bone and we say good bye I cannot request that the winter pardons to a rosal I cannot request to the elm trees that give pears I cannot ask the eternal thing to him a simple mortal and walk throwing to pigs thousands of per them Ay love hurts so much to me hurts so much to Me That you do not create more in my Ay promises love It is a Perderte torture! Repete refrão: I that I have not been santo (and is that I am not done of cardboard) You do not lower, you do not lower Hears negrita watches, you do not crack Of Monday through Friday you have my Déjame love the Saturday to which is better Hears my black you do not punish more Because there outside without you I do not have peace single I am a very sorry man I am like the bird that returns to its nest Repete refrão: I that I have not been santo (and is that I am not done of cardboard) Ay ay ay, Ay ay ay, Ay, everything what I have done by you Was a torture perderte hurts so much to Me that is asi Sigue crying pardon I... I I am not going to cry by you... To cry by you!
2006-07-14 13:50:57 · answer #5 · answered by peakfreak 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Oh payita my you Keep you the poetry Keep you the happiness pa' you
I do not ask that every day they be of sun do Not I ask that every Friday they be of festival do Neither I ask
you that return begging pardon If cry with the dry eyes AND speaking of her
Oh love hurts me so much hurts Me so much
That were you without telling where Oh love, was a torture to lose you
Refrão: I himself that have not been a saint But I can fix him not alone love of bread lives the man AND not
of alive excuses I. Alone of errors he is learned AND today itself that yours is my Better heart keep you all
that TO another dog with that bone AND we tell us good-bye
I cannot ask that the winter forgive to a rosebush I can Not ask to the elms that deliver pears I can Not ask
him the eternal thing to a simple mortal AND to walk throwing to the hogs thousands of pearls
Oh love hurts me so much hurts Me so much That do not you create more in my promises Oh love
It is a torture to Lose you!
It repeats refrão: I itself that have not been a saint (and the fact is that am not done of cardboard)
You do not descend, do not descend Hears boldface sight, do not tear you From Monday to Friday have my love
Leave me on Saturday to my that is better Hears my black one do not punish me more Because there outside
without you do not I have peace I alone am a man very repented I Am like the bird that returns to his nest
He repeats refrão: I himself that have not been a saint (and the fact is that am not done of cardboard)
Oh oh oh, Oh oh oh, Oh, everything that I have done by you Was a torture to lose you hurts Me so much that be
asi Continues crying pardon I... I am not going to cry for you... To cry for you!
2006-07-14 13:49:17 · answer #6 · answered by BetneyJane;) 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
La Tortura (the Torture- English Translation)
I'm not asking for every day to be sunny
I'm not asking for a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes,
Speaking about her
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh my love, it was a torture
losing you
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And now I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine
Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh my love, it's a torture
losing you
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
don't you go, don't you go
Listen, baby, don't get angry
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and you'll be better off
Listen baby, don't punish me anymore
Without you, out there I have no peace
I'm just a repentant man
I'm the bird that returns to its nest
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save it for someone foolish enough to believe you and say Goodbye
Oh all I've done for you
It was a torture to lose you
It hurts me so that it's like this
Keep on crying sorry
I…
I'm not going
To cry over you
2006-07-14 13:53:27 · answer #7 · answered by charlies_girl112679 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I know that the song is shirkira
2006-07-14 13:50:17 · answer #8 · answered by chelz 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋