... la traduction française est en cours - encore un peu de patience, s'il vous plaît ...
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| lyrics |
Maybe
I was a bit too young When I left everybody home When all those early days were gone with the sun Maybe I was a fool, I could be nice, I could be cruel You say I'm different and it's true That's why I love you too Too many times I had to wait Too many times I was too late Too many times I had to lie, to cry You never knew how deep inside There was something I have to hide You say I'm different and it's true That's why I love you too Pero soy Latino, te veo en cada vaso de vino Y esas ganas tristes de llorar Y soy Latino, mi canto viene del canto fino De un Andaluz buscando tierra en el mar You get old too quickly when you're young When you forgot where you're from And I think I was alone for too long Maybe this is just another song Instead of calling you on the phone You say I'm different and it's true That's why I love you too Maybe those pictures on the wall Just a frame without a soul Like a ghost that I can feel so real But if I tell you that I'm like you But there's nothing I can do You say I'm different and it's true Pero soy Latino, te veo en cada vaso de vino Y esas ganas tristes de llorar Y soy Latino, mi canto viene del canto fino De un Andaluz buscando tierra en el mar |
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| english
translation (pianosantamaria.com) |
of the refrain only But I'm a Latino, I see you in each glass of wine And that sad desire to cry And I'm a Latino, my chant comes from the fine chant Of an Andalusian searching for land at sea |
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| musicians |
bass and cello: Ernesto
Holman drums: Raúl Aliaga guitar: José Luis Sarten piano, keyboards and vocals: Sebastián Santa María |
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| written
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music and lyrics:
Sebastián Santa María |
