Can anyone translate la tortura by Shakira, and do you like this song?
Ay my gypsy Save the poetry Save the happiness for you I’m not asking that every day be sunny I’m not asking that there be a party every Friday Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness If you’re crying with dry eyes, Speaking about her Oh my love, it hurts so much It hurts so much That you left without saying a word Oh my love, losing you was torture I know I haven’t been a saint But I can make it up to you Man doesn’t live on bread alone Nor do I live on excuses We only learn from mistakes And today I know my heart is yours Better save that for yourself Take that bone to some other dog And let’s say goodbye I can’t ask winter to spare a rose bush I can’t ask an elm tree to bear pears I can’t ask the eternal of a mere mortal And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine Oh my love, it hurts so much It hurts so much That you no longer trust my promises Oh my love, losing you has been torture I know I haven’t been a saint And I’m not made of stone Man doesn’t live on bre
