Irremediablemente Celos
De noche, cuando no entiendo que tu sueño se derroche
Cuando mis notas se protegen con el broche
El que la Luna y silencio me prestó
De noche, cuando tu magia se resbala entre tu boca
Cuando mi alma se refugia como loca
De los suspiros que de ti quieran salir
Cuando duermes
Siento celos
De no ser dueño del lamento de tu boca
Siento celos
De la tormenta que la noche te provoca, celos
Siento celos de la tela que te arropa
Siento celos, celos
Irremediablemente celos
Los que me dicen cuando todo sabe a poco
Los que me indican con pellizcos mis enojos
Los enemigos de los versos que escribí
Cuando duermes
Es tu mirada la que inunda mi condena
Es mi mirada la que sufre en mi esa pena
En que tus ojos son oscuros para mi
Cuando duermes
Siento celos
De no ser dueño del lamento de tu boca
Siento celos
De la tormenta que la noche te provoca, celos
Siento celos de la tela que te arropa
Siento celos, celos
Celos
De no ser dueño del lamento de tu boca
Siento celos
De la tormenta que la noche te provoca
Siento celos de la tela que te arropa
Siento celos, celos del borde tu boca
Del roce de tu ropa
Irremediablemente celos
Irremediablemente celos
Irremediably Jealous
At night, when I don't understand why your dream is wasted
When my notes are protected with the clasp
The one that the moon and silence lent me
At night, when your magic slips between your lips
When my soul takes refuge like crazy
From the sighs that want to escape from you
When you sleep
I feel jealous
Of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
I feel jealous
Of the storm that the night provokes in you, jealous
I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you
I feel jealous, jealous
Irremediably jealous
Those that tell me when everything tastes like little
Those that indicate my annoyances with pinches
The enemies of the verses I wrote
When you sleep
It's your gaze that floods my condemnation
It's my gaze that suffers that pain in me
Where your eyes are dark to me
When you sleep
I feel jealous
Of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
I feel jealous
Of the storm that the night provokes in you, jealous
I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you
I feel jealous, jealous
Jealous
Of not being the owner of the lament of your mouth
I feel jealous
Of the storm that the night provokes in you
I feel jealous of the fabric that covers you
I feel jealous, jealous of the edge of your mouth
Of the touch of your clothes
Irremediably jealous
Irremediably jealous
Escrita por: Antonio Orozco / Javier P / Jos