The song was composed in 1935 by María Teresa Vera (Guanajay, February 6, 1895 – Havana, December 17, 1965) a Cuban singer, guitarist and composer.
This Cuban Classic song was composed in 1935 by María Teresa Vera (Guanajay, February 6, 1895 – Havana, December 17, 1965) a Cuban singer, guitarist and composer.
Cover by Isaac et Nora... Isaac (11) and Nora (8) are introduced to music by their father Nicolas (born in Seoul, South Korea). Their mother Catherine is the cameraman of the troop. They live in Quimper, in Brittany, in the west of France.
"Veinte años" Lyrics
¿Qué te importa que te ame
Si tú no me quieres ya?
El amor que ya ha pasado
No se debe recordar
Fui la ilusión de tu vida
Un día lejano ya
Hoy represento al pasado
No me puedo conformar
Hoy represento al pasado
No me puedo conformar
Si las cosas que uno quiere
Se pudieran alcanzar
Tú me quisieras lo mismo
Que veinte años atrás
Con qué tristeza miramos
Un amor que se nos va
Es un pedazo del alma
Que se arranca sin piedad
Es un pedazo del alma
Que se arranca sin piedad
Si las cosas que uno quiere
Se pudieran alcanzar
Tú me quisieras lo mismo
Que veinte años atrás
Con qué tristeza miramos
Un amor que se nos va
Es un pedazo del alma
Que se arranca sin piedad
Es un pedazo del alma
Que se arranca sin piedad
Another cover from youtube
TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH
TWENTY YEARS
What do you care who loves you
If you do not love me anymore?
The love that has already passed
You must not remember
I was the illusion of your life
A distant day already
Today I represent the past
I can not settle
Today I represent the past
I can not settle
If the things that one wants
Could be reached
You would love me the same
That twenty years ago
With what sadness we look
A love that is going away
It is a piece of the soul
That rips without mercy
It is a piece of the soul
That rips without mercy
If the things that one wants
Could be reached
You would love me the same
That twenty years ago
With what sadness we look
A love that is going away
It is a piece of the soul
That rips without mercy
It is a piece of the soul
That rips without mercy