Mírame Bien
Pablo Milanés
Look at me well
Look at me well, I don't think I am the man
Who amazes any lady
And it's because my best time has passed.
I look at you well, you make me amazed
You appeal to any man,
Your life began.
When I walk beside you
I am in a hurry
That moves to laughter and moves to tragic pain.
I don't want this lie to continue:
You being born into life
And me, losing mine.
What do you want? To have an experience,
Because your boy doesn't think
And you go out to seek,
Something more than that great vital sap
That hinders the idea
And doesn't let you dream.
What do I want? To show that it's not true,
That everything had its moment,
That you always have to fill
Every phase that comes, because then it goes to seek
And the sunset blinds you
And it doesn't usually forgive.
Don't search anymore, don't force your destiny,
One day on the road
You will find your true love.
I will return to that desired peace
Even if I don't want anything
And there, I will remember.
