Que me importa el Calvario
si amarte es sufrir?
o que juegues con
cartas marcadas?
Lo que importa es las noches
pasadas en ti,
aunque a cambio me
rompas el alma.
?Que me importa la vida!
?De que sirve vivir
si me falta tu cuerpo caliente?
Lo que importa es tocarte
y apagar esta sed,
que tan solo me apaga tu fuente.
Que sin ti nada tiene valor,
oh no!
y por eso soy tuyo,
esclavo y senor.
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
Tu eres mi aguila real,
yo soy tu gacela herida.
Cosas de tu carne,
cosas de tu piel,
que me arrastran por las olas
como barco de papel.
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
tu me haces el dolor
y me curas las heridas.
Cosas de tu cuerpo,
cosas de mi voz
predicando en el desierto
de tu absurdo corazon.
?Para que quiero aire
si respiro de ti?
?Para que quiero luz
ni ventanas?
Si me basta sentirte
amarrada a mi piel,
y saber que a tu modo me amas.
Que me importa esperarte
una y mil veces mas?
Si al final tu me
inundas el tiempo.
Lo que importa es mirarte
en silencio y saber
que tal vez sin tenerte
te tengo.
Que sin ti nada tiene valor,
Oh no!
y por eso soy tuyo
esclavo y senor.
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
Tu eres mi aguila real,
yo soy tu gacela herida.
Cosas de tu carne,
cosas de tu piel,
que me arrastran por las olas
como barco de papel
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
tu me haces el dolor
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y me curas las heridas.
Cosas de tu cuerpo,
cosas de mi voz
predicando en el desierto
de tu absurdo corazon.
Things of Love
What does the Calvary matter
if to love you is to suffer?
Or that you play
with marked cards
What matters are the nights
spent with you,
even if in return
you tear my soul
What do I care about life?
What's the point of living
if I don't have your warm body?
What matters is to touch you
and to quench this thirst,
that only your fountain
quenches.
Without you nothing has value,
oh no!
and because of that I'm yours,
slave and master.
Things of love
Things of life
You are my royal eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle.
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drag me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and
you heal my wounds.
Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart.
Why do I want air
if I breath of you?
Why do I want light
or windows?
If it's enough for me
to feel you against my skin
and to know that in your own
way you love.
What does it matter to
wait for you a
thousand and one more times?
If in the end you
are all that fills my time.
What matters is to look at you
in silence and know
that perhaps without having you
I have you.
That with out you
nothing has value
oh no!
and that's why I'm yours,
slave and master.
Things of love
Things of life
You are my royal eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drag me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and you
heal my wounds.
Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart |
