Quiero ser tu Pasado
No busco en tu fe la conciencia, para redimirme,
Ni quiero sentirme bendito después de rendirme,
No quiero escuchar que tus brazos, me buscan en vano,
Para atarle al sueño cometas, que lloren tus labios.
No espero tristezas futuras en paños dolientes,
Ni pétalos muertos de hastío cansados de verte,
No siento que valga la pena, mentir, que te amo,
Para que nos duela el silencio si es que nos, separamos.
No quiero robarte el futuro,
No quiero arrancarte del mundo,
No tengo interés en perderme en promesas,
Que sé que no voy, a cumplir.
Quiero ser tu pasado,
Y tener la certeza de quien vio ocurrir,
Quiero ser, tu pasado,
Simplemente el recuerdo que te haga, feliz.
Quiero ser,
Tu encuentro, tu calle, tu espacio,
Tú espera, tu amor, tu cansancio,
Quiero ser el recuerdo que duele.
Y vestirme de olvido, esta noche.
Quiero ser, tu pasado,
Y tener la certeza de quien vio ocurrir,
Quiero ser tu pasado,
Simplemente el recuerdo que te haga, feliz.
Quiero ser,
Tu encuentro, tu calle tu espacio,
Tú espera, tu amor, tu cansancio,
Quiero ser el recuerdo que duele,
Y vestido de olvido y de noche,
Dejar que el futuro, te cuente de mí,
Tu pasado.
I Want to Be Your Past
I don't seek in your faith the conscience, to redeem myself,
Nor do I want to feel blessed after surrendering,
I don't want to hear that your arms, search for me in vain,
To tie comets to the dream, that make your lips cry.
I don't expect future sorrows in sorrowful cloths,
Nor dead petals tired of seeing you out of boredom,
I don't feel it's worth lying that I love you,
So that the silence hurts us if we, part ways.
I don't want to steal your future,
I don't want to take you out of the world,
I'm not interested in getting lost in promises,
That I know I won't fulfill.
I want to be your past,
And have the certainty of who witnessed it,
I want to be your past,
Simply the memory that makes you happy.
I want to be,
Your encounter, your street, your space,
Your wait, your love, your weariness,
I want to be the memory that hurts.
And dress in forgetfulness, tonight.
I want to be your past,
And have the certainty of who witnessed it,
I want to be your past,
Simply the memory that makes you happy.
I want to be,
Your encounter, your street, your space,
Your wait, your love, your weariness,
I want to be the memory that hurts,
And dressed in forgetfulness and night,
Let the future, tell you about me,
Your past.