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Flight

Ricardo Arjona

Vuelo

Ella camina y pasa yo me detengo y veo
ella en zapatos negros yo en mis gafas de miope
perfil perfecto aerodinamico
cortando el aire en cada paso

Bendito sea el milagro que hoy nos hace coincidir...
tartamudea la acera
con tus tacos de aguja al caminar
como has podido ir y venir por tantos años
sin mi

Vuelo, al vuelo
detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
vuelo, al vuelo
si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo

Ella camina y pasa yo me incorporo
ella no me conocer yo me enamoro
pretérito pluscuamperfecto
de ser infiel con el futuro
despacio tras de ti me entrego a la persecución

De las huellas que dejas
de lo que quieras darme en consignación
como he podido ir y venir por tantos años
sin ti...

Vuelo, al vuelo
detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
vuelo, al vuelo
si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo

Se paro el reloj cuando te vi pasar
vi mi carta astral tatuada en tu cintura
yo no se si esto esa bien o mal
yo no se que va a pasar tan solo...

Vuelo, al vuelo
detrás del huracán que hay en tu pelo
vuelo, al vuelo
si coincidir es guerra y no consuelo.

Flight

She walks by and I stop and watch
she in black shoes, me in my nearsighted glasses
perfect aerodynamic profile
cutting through the air with each step

Blessed be the miracle that makes us coincide today...
the sidewalk stutters
with your stiletto heels as you walk
how have you been able to come and go for so many years
without me

Flight, to flight
behind the hurricane in your hair
flight, to flight
if coinciding is war and not solace

She walks by and I stand up
she doesn't know me, I fall in love
past pluperfect
to be unfaithful with the future
slowly behind you, I surrender to the pursuit

From the footprints you leave
from whatever you want to give me in consignment
how have I been able to come and go for so many years
without you...

Flight, to flight
behind the hurricane in your hair
flight, to flight
if coinciding is war and not solace

The clock stopped when I saw you pass by
I saw my astrological chart tattooed on your waist
I don't know if this is right or wrong
I don't know what will happen, just...

Flight, to flight
behind the hurricane in your hair
flight, to flight
if coinciding is war and not solace.

Escrita por: Ricardo Arjona