No Todo Puede Llamarse Amor
Víctor Manuelle
Not Everything Can Be Called Love
Jorge Celedón:
It's normal for the sun to rise and ask me about her, it's normal for the stars to wonder what happened, there are those who have a piece of stone for a heart, what does she carry that only left pain.
Victor Manuel:
She stopped loving you, beautiful butterfly that posed among the roses to confuse you well, she stopped loving you, or maybe she never loved you, after doing what she wanted, she left without explaining well.
Jorge Celedón:
She played with me, if it wasn't serious she should have said, instead she made me believe in her heart.
Victor Manuel:
How do I explain to you that the same thing happened to you as to me, listen my friend not everything can be called love.
Jorge Celedón:
The same thing happened to me, I also loved and she took the path, mine left cutting the wings of a heart that happily flew, and I still love her, miss her, think of her.
Victor Manuel:
Every day I look at the sky without finding an explanation.
Jorge Celedón:
The same thing happened to me, I also loved and she took the path, mine left cutting the wings of a heart that happily flew.
Jorge and Victor: "Sad story, Jorgito, I hope you learned the lesson, not everything that glitters is gold, and not everything can be called love. You're right, Victor, this is tough.!!"
"Look what I learned in Colombia: Ay hombee!!"
"And listen to this: ehhhhh.!!"
Jorge Celedón:
I didn't put a stop to anything, I loved her and kept going, believing her whole game was her great love.
Victor Manuel:
She never loved you, that's why I'm going to tell you again, listen Jorgito, not everything can be called love.
Jorge Celedón:
The same thing happened to me, I also loved and she took the path, mine left cutting the wings of a heart that happily flew. Today I learned that you have to be sincere, if there's no love, don't say I love you.
Victor Manuel:
I learned it through so much pain, she never loved me, and she said I love you.
Jorge Celedón:
Let's go party when we complain, because singing for the pain is good.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Victor Manuel:
Let's sing, Jorgito come, come.. ehhh.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Jorge Celedón:
I gave her all my soul and heart but she easily abandoned me.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Victor Manuel:
It's the things of love, I'll explain it to you, Jorgito.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Victor Manuel:
That you loved her so much, but she never loved you.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Victor Manuel:
That's love, insecure and unpredictable.
Chorus:
The same thing happened to me.
Victor Manuel:
Ay hombe...forgetting her is impossible... ehhhh
