ME DUELE QUERERTE
Luis Cortés
IT HURTS TO LOVE YOU
Tell me, what's the point of suffering pains?
Giving flowers to someone who doesn't want them?
What's the point of being close
If I feel like you're not here anymore?
Your gaze no longer devours me
We wanted a future and look at us now
Fighting for a supposed love that makes us suffer
In love with those green eyes
We were happy from Friday to Friday
From Friday to Friday
And don't tell me, my love, that you miss me
If you don't love me
Because it wasn't my fault
You used to hurt my mind
And don't deceive me, my love, today it ends
Our love always
Between false caresses and broken promises
It hurts me
Tell me if you stay or go
I'll be sad just for tonight
Because tomorrow I know the sun will rise somehow
It's hard, but I'll forget you
I won't cry, girl, for you
I won't try to imagine you
I'm sure I'll suffer
It's a love pain and not because of me, they are pains
My grandmother used to tell me: Boy, don't fall in love
That in this world nothing is eternal, everything passes like winter
Calm down, surely better things will come
And don't tell me, my love, that you miss me
If you don't love me
Because it wasn't my fault
You used to hurt my mind
And don't deceive me, my love, today it ends
Our love always
Between false caresses and broken promises
It hurts me
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
