The Killers
(No sé por qué será)
(Y este sentimiento no me da culpabilidad)
Cuando me fui, lo recordé
Lo que sentí por aquel
Beso que me diste
Cuando nadie nos ve
Aquella van, aquel hotel
Las noches en Madrid, cantando The Killers
La carta que escribiste
Cuando nadie nos ve
A veces intento ocultar lo inevitable
Pero no puedo más
No sé por qué será
Y este sentimiento no me da culpabilidad
Y aquella carta que recibiste un día
No valdrá de nada si yo me voy con él
Y no me quedo contigo
Cuántas veces me despedí
Por miedo a apostar, me vuelvo a mentir
Cuándo voy a entender
Que tú eres para mí
Y yo soy para ti
Cuántas vidas van a pasar
Mil recuerdos nos perseguirán
Y si no huimos por fin
Algo bueno estará por venir
A veces, intento olvidarte sin lograrlo
Te vuelvo a recordar
No sé por qué será
Y este sentimiento no me da culpabilidad
Y aquella carta que recibiste un día
No valdrá de nada si yo me voy con él
Y no me quedo contigo
Si yo me voy con él
Y no me quedo contigo, amor
The Killers
(I don't know why it will be)
(And this feeling doesn't make me feel guilty)
When I left, I remembered
What I felt for that
Kiss you gave me
When no one was watching
That van, that hotel
Nights in Madrid, singing The Killers
The letter you wrote
When no one was watching
Sometimes I try to hide the inevitable
But I can't anymore
I don't know why it will be
And this feeling doesn't make me feel guilty
And that letter you received one day
It will be worthless if I go with him
And I don't stay with you
How many times I said goodbye
Out of fear of betting, I lie to myself again
When will I understand
That you are for me
And I am for you
How many lives will pass by
A thousand memories will haunt us
And if we don't run away at last
Something good will come
Sometimes, I try to forget you without succeeding
I remember you again
I don't know why it will be
And this feeling doesn't make me feel guilty
And that letter you received one day
It will be worthless if I go with him
And I don't stay with you
If I go with him
And I don't stay with you, my love