OOltra - Amaia Montero - 4" - англійський переклад

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

Puente:
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

Puente
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

Bridge:
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

Bridge
Chorus 1,2,2

Amaia Montero - 4" Альбом: Amaia Montero

Amaia Montero - 4"
Альбом: Amaia Montero