Viure Sense Tu
Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Punt i principi de viure sense tu.
Jo no sabia que també me donaries
Manuals de geografia,
Cent dillunsos a un dibuix.
Jo què sabia d'alens que se trobaven,
De cabells que s'embullaven,
De mans i de perfums.
Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Punt i principi de viure sense tu.
Jo no sabia que en sa nit me tastaries,
Eren gustos que nedaven
Entre boques i racons.
Jo no sabia que després me mataria
Sa teva mirada
Que plora i diu que no.
I arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Que se diu felicitat,
Primavera i trinaranjus
Amb qui més has estimat,
Te regal sa meva vida
I sense tu ja no me val.
I s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
Tan a prop que me fa mal,
Que surt es sol i encara plou,
Que t'estim massa i massa poc,
Que no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Que som amics, que som amants.
Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Punt i principi de viure sense tu.
Jo no sabia que també me donaries
Manuals de geografia,
Cent dillunsos a un dibuix.
Jo què sabia d'alens que se trobaven,
De cabells que s'embullaven,
De mans i de perfums.
Jo no sabia que en sa nit me tastaries,
Eren gustos que nedaven
Entre boques i racons.
Jo no sabia que després me mataria
Sa teva mirada
Que plora i diu que no.
I arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Que se diu felicitat,
Primavera i trinaranjus
Amb qui més has estimat,
Te regal sa meva vida
I sense tu ja no me val.
I s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
Tan a prop que me fa mal,
Que surt es sol i encara plou,
Que t'estim massa i massa poc,
Que no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Que som amics, que som amants.
I arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Que se diu felicitat,
Primavera i trinaranjus
Amb qui més has estimat,
Te regal sa meva vida
I sense tu ja no me val.
I s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
Tan a prop que me fa mal,
Que surt es sol i encara plou,
Que t'estim massa i massa poc,
Que no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Que som amics, que som amants.
Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Punt i principi de viure sense tu.
Living Without You
Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you
I didn't know that you would also give me
Manuals of geography
Hundred Mondays in one drawing
What did I know about breaths that met
About hairs that tangled
About hands and perfumes
Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you
I didn't know that in the night you would taste me
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners
I didn't know that afterwards I'd get killed
By your stare
That cries and says no
And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it
And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?
Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you
I didn't know that you would also give me
Manuals of geography
Hundred Mondays in one drawing
What did I know about breaths that met
About hairs that tangled
About hands and perfumes
I didn't know that in the night you would taste me
They were tastes that swam
Between mouths and corners
I didn't know that afterwards I'd be killed
By your stare
That cries and says no
And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it
And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?
And comes a day when life becomes a play
Which is called happiness
Spring and orange blossoms
With whom you loved the most
I give you my life
And without you, I don't want it
And then the evening passes and you look at me
So close that it hurts
The Sun sets and it still rains
That I love you too much and too little
And I don't know what's going on
Are we friends? Are we lovers?
Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's ending
Point and beginning of living without you
Escrita por: Joan Miquel Oliver