Siñami kon lubidá kon tabata
Nos dos huntu man tené, ki felisidat
Siñami kon lubidá kon tabata den kama
Di nos amor no a sobra mashá
Siñami kon soportá, mi kurason ta kibrá
Yudami rekuperá promé ku bo bai kas
Splikami un biaha mas, ta kon por ta
Ku nos a separá
Siñami kon aseptá
Ku mi kasá un dia a baha bai
El a enamorá
Siñami kon aseptá
Ku mi kasá su mannan, un otro kurpa lo bai karisiá
Mi tin ku kustumá, hasi mi kosnan mi so awor
Mi tin ku dividí, tur nos kosnan
E televishon ta di mi pero e radio si mi tin ku duna bèk
Mihó bo bin
Mi tin ku kustumá, hasi mi kosnan mi so awor
Mi tin ku dividí, tur nos kosnan
E televishon ta di mi pero e radio
No ta di mi, no ta di mi, no ta di mi, no ta di mi
No ta di mi, i bo tin ku bin
I siñami kon kustumá
Mi ta kansá di warda mi bida bolbe normalisá
Siñami kon kustumá
Mi ta kansá di sinta i spera mi kurason bolbe tra’ |
Teach me how to forget. How things used to be, you and I holding hands, what a bliss. Teach me how to forget. How things were in bed. Of our love there is not much left.
Teach me just how to bear, my heart is broken. Help me recover before you go home. Explain to me just one more time, how it came to be that we are separated now. Teach me how to accept that one day my husband just left, saying he fell in love.
Teach me how to accept that my husband’s hands will be caressing another body. I’ll have to get used to the fact that I have to do everything by myself now.
I’ll have to divide our stuff: the TV is mine but I’ll have to return the radio, so please come. I’ll have to get used to the fact that I have to do everything by myself now.
I have to divide our stuff. The TV is mine but the radio isn’t, isn’t, isn’t, isn’t, isn’t, so you have to come and teach me how to get used to this situation. I’m so tired of waiting for my life to become normal again.
Teach me how to get used to the idea. I’m fed up with sitting around waiting for my heart to start functioning again. |
