Cuentan
Rosana Arbelo
They Say
The story goes
it's told in the tales
people say it, and I swear on everything, I’m not making it up
Some loves
end up breaking
and it comes from old times that so much sadness ends up saying:
Can't you see I'm wasting away?
Can't you see I'm dying here?
When loneliness tightens its grip
that's when the memories drown me
Can't you see that being so far away
our dreams are withering?
In the arms of heartbreak, this fire is dying out
The pain eats you alive
jealousy kills you
the wound bleeds, and life slips away down the drain
The leaves sing it
the winds whistle it
and it’s been said for ages that the sea cries out and the world is barren
Can't you see I'm wasting away?
Can't you see I'm dying here?
When loneliness tightens its grip
that's when the memories drown me
Can't you see that being so far away
our dreams are withering?
In the arms of heartbreak, this fire is dying out
and even though I don’t want to die of love
I’m dying of love
...And from lost loves, eternal loves arrive
and it’s always been that so much sadness fades with time
la ra la la ... when loneliness tightens its grip
that's when the memories drown me
la ra la la ... in the arms of heartbreak
this fire is dying out
Can't you see that ...
and even though I don’t want to die of love
I’m dying of love