Shakira - La tortura (English)

I do not request that every day they are of sun
I do not request that all Fridays are of celebration
And I do not request to you Either that you return requesting pardon
If you cry with the dry eyes
And speaking of her

Ay love hurts so much to me
It hurts so much to me
That you went without saying to where
Ay love, Was a torture to lose you

I know that I have not been santo
But I can fix love to it.

Not only on bread the man lives
And not of excuses alive I.

Single of errors he learns himself
And today I know that it is yours my Heart.

Better you keep all that
to another dog with that bone
and we say good bye

I cannot request that the winter pardons to a rosal
I cannot request to the elm trees that give pears
I cannot ask the eternal thing to him a simple mortal
And to walk throwing to pigs thousands of per them.

Ay love hurts so much to me
It hurts so much to me
That you do not create more in my promises
Ay love is a torture to lose you

I know that I have not been holy
But I can fix love to it.

Not only on bread the man lives
And not of excuses alive I.

Single of errors he learns himself
And today I know that it is yours my Heart.

Better you keep all that
To another dog with that bone
And we say good bye

Dame, Damelo
You do not lower, you do not lower
It hears negrita watches, you do not crack
Of Monday through Friday you have my love
Déjame the Saturday to which is better
My Black hears you do not punish to me but
Because there outside without you I do not have peace
Single I am a sorry man
I am like the bird that returns to its nest

I know that I have not been holy
And he is that I am not done of cardboard

Not only on bread the man lives
And not of excuses alive I.

Single of errors he learns himself
And today that it is yours my Heart.

Ay ay ay
Ay, everything what I have done by you
Perderte was a torture
It hurts so much to me that is thus
It continues crying pardon
I... I do not go
To cry by you

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