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Songs by album| Amores Dormidos | Sleeping Love Affairs |
| Ven y abrázame otra vez Que no puedo dormir Me cuesta ser feliz Sé que nada volverá Que nos faltó escuchar Que es tarde para hablar Ves, aquello que se va Es nuestro amor que está Cansado de esperar No sé por qué Te quiero sin querer Me asusta verte bien. Arrástrame esta vez Coro: Hablo de amores dormidos De un álbum de fotos que sigue vacío De frío en la cama De frío contigo De un sordo paseo por el bulevar Hablo de amores dormidos Que sienten que besos prohibidos Que se hacen mil trampas Que no juegan limpio Que miran sentados la vida pasar Tú prefieres dibujar Y yo quiero pintar El mismo despertar Sé que todo esto pasó Porque ni tú ni yo Tuvimos más valor Así que ven Y dime que esta vez Me quieres proteger Del sueño que te hablé Coro Vendí mi voluntad Las ganas de luchar A un viejo conocido A un mal amigo mío Que es el miedo a despertar Coro Hablo de amores dormidos Que sólo acarician sus hijos Que fueron tan buenos amigos Que ya no podrán despertar |
Come and embrace me again I am unable to sleep It is difficult for me to be happy I know that nothing will come back That we did not listen to each other enough That it is too late to talk You see, what is going away Is our love that is Tired of waiting I do not know why I love you without wanting to It scares me to see you well Sweep me away this time Chorus: I am talking about sleeping love affairs About a photo album that is staying empty About coldness in the bed About coldness with you About a deaf walk along the boulevard I am talking about sleeping love affairs That feel like forbidden kisses That become a thousand traps That do not play fair That sit looking at life passing by You prefer to draw And I want to paint The same awakening I know that all this happened Because neither you or I Had more courage So come And tell me that this time You want to protect me From the dream that I spoke to you about Chorus I sold my will The desire to fight To a well-known old man To a bad friend of mine That is the fear on waking up Chorus I am talking about sleeping love affairs That only caress their children That were really good friends That will no longer be able to wake up |