The Torture and My Creed

Shakira and Alejandro Sanz – La Tortura

hay mamita mia, guardate la poesia, guardate la alegria, pa ti

I’m not asking for every day to be sunny
I’m not asking for every Friday to be a party
and I’m not asking you to come back begging forgiveness either
If you cry with dry eyes
and talk about her

Ay love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying where
Ay love, losing you was torture

I know I haven’t been a saint
but I can fix it, love.

Man does not live on bread alone
and I don’t live on excuses.

You only learn from mistakes
and today I know my heart is yours.

You’d better keep all that
for another bitch with that bone
and let’s say goodbye

I can’t ask winter to spare a rosebush
I can’t ask elm trees to bear pears
I can’t ask eternity from a mere mortal
and go throwing thousands of pearls to the pigs.

Ay love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer believe my promises
Ay love, losing you is torture

I know I haven’t been a saint
but I can fix it, love.

Man does not live on bread alone
and I don’t live on excuses.

You only learn from mistakes
and today I know my heart is yours.

You’d better keep all that
for another bitch with that bone
and let’s say goodbye

Don’t get off, don’t get off
Listen, baby, look, don’t chicken out
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Leave Saturday to me, it’s better
Listen, my girl, don’t punish me anymore
because out there without you I have no peace
I’m just a repentant man
like the bird that returns to its nest

I know I haven’t been a saint
and it’s because I’m not made of cardboard

Man does not live on bread alone
and I don’t live on excuses.

You only learn from mistakes
and today I know my heart is yours.

Ay ay ay
Ay, everything I’ve done for you
Losing you was torture
It hurts so much that it’s like this
Keep crying for forgiveness
I… I’m not
going to cry for you

oooh heavens… another one for my repertoire haha

Pepe Aguilar and Tiziano Ferro – Mi Credo

Wherever you go I’ll go, with a blindfold over my eyes..

whatever you decide I’ll do, when love is true it’s only one.

Tiziano Ferro
Don’t ask me why I’ve been good to you,

I just know you’re my religion, what do I care if they call it fanaticism…

Without you I’m not the same, you’re my creed, piece of heaven,

hold me tight, my four-leaf clover;

I’d rather die beside you than not see you…

Don’t ask me why I’ve been good to you,

I just know you’re my religion, what do I care if they call it fanaticism…

Without you I’m not the same, you’re my creed, piece of heaven,

hold me tight, my four-leaf clover;

I’d rather die beside you than not see you… (repeats)

😀

is it me??? maybe…

Listening to Pepe Aguilar and Tiziano Ferro – Mi Credo, I feel Happy