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| Un Cuento Sobre El Agua | A Story About The Water |
| Quisiera ser la lluvia que empapó Tus ojos negros pidiéndome un beso. Yo quisiera ser el viento que sopló Dejando tan gracioso tu cabello Parando el tiempo en mi corazón Quisiera ser el tallo de la flor Con la que hiciste en mi boca el silencio. Yo quisiera ser la luz que iluminó Tu rostro aquella noche de febrero Cuando en secreto escuché tu voz Coro: Quisiera ser la brisa que acaricia tu sonrisa En el mar, en la montaña o en el cielo azul de abril. Quisiera ser un verso dentro de tus pensamientos Que recuerdes mi mirada suspirando en la ventana Imaginando que apareces tras de mí Y que me cojas de la mano Que me susurres que has llegado Que me prometas que a mi lado eres feliz No haré preguntas No habrá recuerdos Haré que tu pasado sea sólo un cuento Que sobre el agua un día el viento escribió Quisiera ser la estrella que pasó Durante el tiempo que fuiste sincero. Quisiera no ser nunca la pasión Que tú estafaste en los siguientes puertos. Diez mil mentiras por un favor Coro Que sobre el agua un día el viento escribió × 2 Quisiera ser la lluvia que empapó Tus ojos negros pidiéndome un beso |
I would like to be the rain that soaked Your dark eyes asking me for a kiss. I would like to be the wind that blew Leaving your hair so attractive Stopping time in my heart I would like to be the stem of the flower With which you made my mouth silent. I would like to be the light that illuminated Your face that February night When I secretly listened to your voice Chorus: I would like to be the breeze that caresses your smile On the sea, on the moutain or in the blue April sky. I would like to be a verse inside your thoughts That you would remember my expression, sighing at the window Imagining that you are appearing behind me And that you would take me by the hand That you would whisper to me that you have arrived That you would promise me that you are happy at my side I will not ask questions There will be no recollections I will make out that your past is only a story That the wind wrote one day about the water I would like to be the star that passed During the time that you were sincere. I would never like to be the passion That you conned in successive ports. Ten thousand lies for a favour Chorus That the wind wrote one day about the water × 2 I would like to be the rain that soaked Your dark eyes asking me for a kiss |