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Songs by albumItalian version is Invece No. Portuguese version is Agora Não.
| En Cambio No | On The Other Hand, No |
| Quizás bastaba respirar Sólo respirar muy lento Recuperar cada latido en mí Y no tiene sentido ahora que no estás. ¿Ahora dónde estás? Porque yo no puedo acostumbrarme aún Diciembre ya llegó. No estás aquí yo te esperaré hasta el fin En cambio no Hoy no hay tiempo de explicarte Y preguntar si te amé lo suficiente. Yo estoy aquí y quiero hablarte ahora Ahora ¿Por qué se rompen en mis dientes Las cosas importantes? Esas palabras que nunca escucharás. Y las sumerjo en un lamento Haciéndolas salir. Son todas para ti Una por una aquí ¿Las sientes ya? Pesan y se posarán entre nosotros dos. Si me faltas tú No las puedo repetir No las puedo pronunciar En cambio no Me llueven los recuerdos De aquellos días Que corríamos al viento. Quiero soñar que puedo hablarte ahora Ahora En cambio no Hoy no hay tiempo de explicarte. También tenía ya Mil cosas que contarte y frente a mí Mil cosas que me arrastran junto a ti Quizás bastaba respirar Sólo respirar muy lento Hoy es tarde Hoy en cambio, no |
Perhaps it was enough to breathe Just to breathe very slowly To recover every heartbeat in me And now it does not feel as though you are not around. Where are you now? Because I am still unable to get used to it Now that December has come. You are not here. I will wait for you until the end On the other hand, no Today there is no time to explain to you And to ask if I loved you sufficiently. I am here and I want to talk to you now Now Why do the important things Get stuck on my teeth? Those words that you will never hear. And I immerse them in a lament Making them leave. They are all for you One by one, here Do you hear them now? They are a burden and land between the two of us. If I miss you I am unable to repeat them I am unable to pronounce them On the other hand, no The memories of those days That we ran with the wind Rain on me. I want to dream that I am able to talk to you now Now On the other hand, no Today there is no time to explain to you. I too would now have A thousand things to tell you and ahead of me A thousand things that carry me along next to you Perhaps it was enough to breathe Just to breathe very slowly Today it is too late On the other hand, no |