Ella Me Hablaba de Él
Pimpinela
She Was Talking to Me About Him
Joaquín: She was talking to me about him, not knowing that I loved her,
She lived for him, and I was dying for her. . .
Lucía: Tell me how do I tell him that I'm dying to see him,
To be by his side even if just for a moment. . .
Joaquín: I didn't know what to tell her, and I lowered my gaze,
I tried to smile at her, but inside I was drowning. . .
Joaquín: Because she was talking to me about him, not knowing that I loved her,
She lived for him, and I was dying for her. . .
She was talking to me about him, not knowing that I loved her,
She laughed with him, and I cried for her. . .
Lucía: Tell me what can I do for him to realize
That I'm waiting for him with an open soul. . .
Joaquín: I couldn't answer her and turned my face away,
I made up an excuse and left, I couldn't listen to her. . .
Joaquín: Because she was talking to me about him, not knowing that I loved her,
She lived for him, and I was dying for her. . .
She was talking to me about him, not knowing that I loved her,
She laughed with him, and I cried for her. . .
Lucía: He helped me understand even though he didn't say anything,
He gave me the answer I had been looking for,
The one I talked so much about wasn't who I thought,
He left without knowing it was him that I loved. . .
