(Duet with Marc Anthony)
Music and Lyrics: Giancarlo Bigazzi, Aleandro Baldi, Marco Falagiani
Spanish Adaptation: Ignacio Ballesteros
Dime porque lloras
De felicidad
Y porque te ahogas
Por la soledad
Di porque me tomas
Fuerte asi, mis manos
Y tus pensamientos
Te van llevando
Yo te querio tanto
Y porque sera
Loco testarudo
No lo dudes mas
Aunque en el futuro
Haya un muro enorme
Yo no tengo miedo
Quiero enamorarme
No me ames, porque pienses
Que parezco diferente
Tu no pienses ques es lo justo
Ver pasar el tiempo juntos
No me ames, que comprendo
La mentira que seria
Si tu amor merezco
No me ames, quedate otra dia
No me ames, porque estoy perdido
Porque cambie el mundo, porques es el destino
Porque no se puede, somos un espejo
Y tu asi serias lo que yo de me reflejo
No me ames, para estar muriendo
Dentro de una guerra llena de arrepentimientos
No me ames, para estar en tierra, quiero alzar el vuelvo
Con tu gran amor por el azul del cielo
No se que decirte, esa la verdad
Si la gente quiere, sabe lastimar
Tu y yo partiremos
ellos no se mueven
Pero en este cielo sola no me dejes
No me dejes, no me dejes
No me eschuches, si te digo "no me ames"
No me dejes, no desarmes
Mi corazon con ese "no me ames"
No me ames, to lo ruego
Mi amargura dejame
Sabes bien, que no puedo
Que es inutil, que siempre te amare
No me ames, pues te hare sufrir
Con este corazon que se ileno de mil inviernos
No me ames para asi olvidarte de tus dias grises
Quiero que me ames solo por amarme
No me ames, tu y yo volaremos
Uno con el otro y seguiremos siempre juntos
Este amor es como el sol que sale tras de la tormenta
Com dos cometas en la misma estela
No me ames
No me ames
No me ames
No, no me ames
No me ames
No me ames
No me ames...In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.