Porque cuando la miro
Todo daba igual, dijeras o dijese daba igual,
mirando entrecortado comprendí
el valor de aquel momento que me concedía,
yo dejé de hablar acaso esperando escuchar,
mirándola a la cara intuí,
haciéndome el loco, lo que ella intuía.
Y aquella noche comprendí
que una mujer cuando dice te quiero,
y aquella noche comprendí
que una simple frase puede rozar el cielo,
y es que yo aquella noche comprendí
que era yo quien no queria olvidarla
porque su forma de reir
era la influencia de no olvidarla,
veía como ella se me alejaba
y cada día más...
Porque cuando la miro fijamente a la cara
es como un cosquilleo que alegra mi alma,
es como una nostalgia que yo llevo dentro,
un fantástico mundo llamado sentimientos,
un mundo de nostalgia y de corazón,
de palabras que juegan con el amor.
Pero cuando la miro no sé qué me pasa
es como una fragancia que queda impregnada,
es como una alegría que lleva tu cuerpo,
te hace sonreir hasta en momentos serios,
qué curioso este mundo que llaman amor,
qué bonito cuando todo es de color.
De pronto él volvió,
un broto de despecho que empeoró,
comprendo tu arrebato y tu razón
pero no me discutas si yo te amo,
todo daba igual, dijeras o dijese daba igual,
mirando entrecortado comprendí
el valor de aquel momento que me concedía,
y aquella noche comprendí
que era yo quien no queria olvidarla
porque su forma de reir
era la influencia de no olvidarla,
veía como ella se me alejaba
y cada día más...
Porque cuando la miro fijamente a la cara
es como un cosquilleo que alegra mi alma,
es como una nostalgia que yo llevo dentro,
un fantástico mundo llamado sentimientos,
un mundo de nostalgia y de corazón,
de palabras que juegan con el amor.
Pero cuando la miro no sé qué me pasa
es como una fragancia que queda impregnada,
es como una alegría que lleva tu cuerpo,
te hace sonreir hasta en momentos serios,
qué curioso este mundo que llaman amor,
qué bonito cuando todo es de color.
Porque cuando la miro fijamente a la cara
es como un cosquilleo que alegra mi alma,
es como una nostalgia que yo llevo dentro,
un fantástico mundo llamado sentimientos,
un mundo de nostalgia y de corazón,
de palabras que juegan con el amor.
Because when I look at her
Everything was the same, whether you said it or I said it, it was the same,
looking intermittently I understood
the value of that moment that was granting me,
I stopped talking perhaps waiting to hear,
looking her in the face I sensed,
acting crazy, what she sensed.
And that night I understood
that when a woman says I love you,
and that night I understood
that a simple phrase can touch the sky,
and that night I understood
that it was me who didn't want to forget her
because her way of laughing
was the influence of not forgetting her,
I saw how she was moving away from me
more and more every day...
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.
But when I look at her I don't know what happens to me
it's like a fragrance that remains impregnated,
it's like a joy that your body carries,
it makes you smile even in serious moments,
how curious this world they call love,
how beautiful when everything is colorful.
Suddenly he returned,
a sprout of spite that worsened,
I understand your outburst and your reason
but don't argue with me if I love you,
everything was the same, whether you said it or I said it, it was the same,
looking intermittently I understood
the value of that moment that was granting me,
and that night I understood
that it was me who didn't want to forget her
because her way of laughing
was the influence of not forgetting her,
I saw how she was moving away from me
more and more every day...
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.
But when I look at her I don't know what happens to me
it's like a fragrance that remains impregnated,
it's like a joy that your body carries,
it makes you smile even in serious moments,
how curious this world they call love,
how beautiful when everything is colorful.
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.