El Risc D'ara
Si se'n retira els cabells de la cara
I per sort li puc tornar a veure els ulls no podria evitar
La cremada de qui mira directe a la llum
La felicitat es esquiva I s'amarga
Fins I tot a tocar sembla lluny
No li voldria dir que m'agrada
Arriscar el moment d'ara es fés fum
Si no és amor qui m'omple el pit de papallones
Si es la meva vida I la deixo escapar ara que la tinc al davant
Pot durar uns anys, només minuts, o tres setmanes
Però en el próxim segon, potser hi ha en joc el meu futur
Si no és amor qui m'omple el pit de papallones
Si es la meva vida I la deixo escapar ara que la tinc al davant
No voldria caure en el parany, he de deixar passar l'estona
No voldria caure un altre cop, no voldria caure
No voldria
Però
La felicitat és fugissera I s'acava, per molt fort que tanquis el puny
El reviuria una I mil vegades abans que el moment, d'ara, es fés fum
The Risk of Now
If she removes the hair from her face
And luckily I can see her eyes again, I couldn't avoid
The burn of those who look directly at the light
Happiness is elusive and bitter
Even though it seems close
I wouldn't want to tell her I like her
Risking the moment now turns to smoke
If it's not love that fills my chest with butterflies
If it's my life and I let it slip away now that I have it in front of me
It could last a few years, just minutes, or three weeks
But in the next second, maybe my future is at stake
If it's not love that fills my chest with butterflies
If it's my life and I let it slip away now that I have it in front of me
I wouldn't want to fall into the trap, I have to let time pass
I wouldn't want to fall again, I wouldn't want to fall
I wouldn't want
But
Happiness is fleeting and ends, no matter how tightly you clench your fist
I would relive it one thousand times before the moment, now, turns to smoke
Escrita por: David Carabén