More songs by Shakira
More songs by Alejandro Sanz
Description
Love, as always, didn't go according to plan: too much pride, too little bread, and too many words instead of action. Everything seems to be fair, mistakes are acknowledged, vows sound sincere, but fatigue in the voice is already stronger than passion. Music is like a dance between stubbornness and regret, where every step forward is followed by a backward sigh. In every chord, you feel that very "ay amor," when the mind has understood everything, but the heart is still arguing. A mix of pain, flamenco, and gentle sarcasm, like a conversation between exes who know each other's sore spots too well. And even though the farewell is loud, there's still a feeling that no one has truly left.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ay, payita mía, guárdate la poesía
Guárdate la alegría pa'ti
Dame, dámelo (oh-ah)
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
Esto es otra vez, y esto es otra vez
Esto es otra vez, y esto es otra vez, no
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
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
Dame, dámelo (oh-ah)
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 alláafuera 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
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo
Solo de errores se aprende
Y hoy se que es tuyo mi corazón
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 llora-ar por ti
English translation
Oh, my dear, keep your poetry to yourself
Keep your joy for yourself
Give me, give it to me (oh-ah)
I don't ask that every day be sunny
I don't ask that every Friday be a party.
Nor do I ask you to come back begging for forgiveness
If you cry with dry eyes
And talking about her
Oh, love, it hurts so much
It hurts me so much
That you left without saying where
Oh, love
It was torture, losing you
I know I have not been a saint
But I can fix it, love
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
You only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours
You better keep all that to yourself
To another dog with that bone
And we say goodbye
This is it again, and this is it again
This is it again, and this is it again, no
I can't ask winter to forgive a rose bush
I can't ask the elms to deliver pears
I can't ask a mere mortal for eternity.
And go around throwing thousands of pearls to pigs
Oh, love, it hurts so much
It hurts me so much
Don't believe in my promises anymore
Oh, love
It's torture, losing you
I know I have not been a saint
But I can fix it love
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
You only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours
You better keep all that to yourself
To another dog with that bone
And we say goodbye
Give me, give it to me (oh-ah)
Don't get off, don't get off
Hey, black girl, look, don't give up
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Leave Saturday to me, it's better
Hey, my black girl, don't punish me anymore
Because out there without you I have no peace
I'm just a very sorry man
I am like the bird that returns to its nest
I know I have not been a saint
And I'm not made of cardboard
Man does not live by bread alone
And I don't live on excuses
You only learn from mistakes
And today I know that my heart is yours
Ay, ay, ay-ay-ay
Oh, everything I've done for you
It was torture to lose you
It hurts me so much that it is like this
keep crying sorry
I, I'm not going
To cry for you