Paroles et musique: Amaia Montero
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Debo contarte, te quiero contar Que ando loca buscando una isla en el mar Donde olvidarme del bien, de tu mal De tu cara bonita y ponerme a pensar: Que las razones son algo que ya no me importan Será que tenía que pasar. Que estoy cansada de oírme gritar Que he colgado los guantes que no aguanto más Pre coro: Quiero clavarte una flecha en tu alma malvada Mirarte a la cara Decirte que nunca te contaré la verdad Coro 1: Ando buscando un amor que me diga que soy verdadera. Ando buscando la forma de andar siempre a mi manera. Ando buscando una luz en tu cara tan desesperada. Ando rogándole a Dios cada noche que nunca te vayas Coro 2: Ando buscando una flor que me diga que ya es primavera. Ando buscando los cuatro segundos que ya no me quedan. Que hay tantas cosas que quiero saber y no encuentro respuestas. Que hay imposibles que un día consigues sin darte cuenta Debo contarte, te quiero contar Que hace tiempo que noto que ya me da igual Que le regales tu boca a cualquier niña tonta Perdida que quiera pillar Que echo de menos a mi libertad Que ha salido muy caro el precio a pagar Que tu momento de gloria acabó Que ahora me toca a mí Que esto ya se acabó Pre coro Coro 1,2,2 |
I must tell you, I want to tell you That I am going mad looking for an island in the sea Where [I can] forget about the good, about your wickedness About your handsome face and set myself thinking: That the reasons are something that is no longer important to me (It will be) That it had to happen. That I am tired of hearing myself crying out That I have hung up the gloves that I cannot stand any more Pre-chorus: I want to drive an arrow into your wicked soul To look at your face To say to you that I will never tell you the truth Chorus 1: I am seeking a love that will tell me that I am real. I am seeking the manner of always walking “my way”. I am seeking a light in your face so desperately. I am asking God every night that you might never go away Chorus 2: I am seeking a flower that will tell me that it is spring now. I am seeking the four seconds that I no longer have left. There are so many things that I want to know and I cannot find the answers. There are the impossible ones that come to you unexpectedly one day I must tell you, I want to tell you That I have noticed for some time that now it is all the same to me That you give your mouth to any silly lost girl That wants to pull That I miss my freedom That the price to pay has turned out very expensive That your moment of glory is over That now it is my turn That this is over now Pre-chorus Chorus 1,2,2 |