Quién Diría
Quién diría que el mink y la mezclilla
Podrían fundirse un día, quién diría
Tú caviar y yo tortilla, quién diría
Parece que el amor no entiende de plusvalías
Tú vas al banco y yo prefiero la alcancía
Oigo Serrat y tú prefieres Loco Mía
Tú vas al punto, yo voy por la fantasía
Parece que el amor no entiende de ironías
Quién diría, quién diría que son años
Los que ya llevamos juntos de la mano
Quién diría, quién diría que lo importante
Es aceptarte y que me aceptes como humano
Si que te amo y que me ames
Es una ironía
Qué bendición la mía
Despertar junto a ti cada día
Yo trovador y tú estudiante de economía
Tú con los números, yo con la filosofía
Y aunque suene imposible en teoría
Al amor le importa poco las utopías
Dice la gente que tú y yo no hacemos compañía
Por ser agua y aceite, qué ironía
Si fuésemos iguales, qué apatía
No tendríamos de que hablar cada siguiente día
Quién diría, quién diría que son años
Los que ya llevamos juntos de la mano
Quién diría, quién diría que lo importante
Es aceptarte y que me aceptes como humano
Quién diría, quién diría que son años
Los que ya llevamos juntos de la mano
Quién diría, quién diría que lo importante
Es aceptarte y que me aceptes como humano
Si que te amo y que me ames
Es una ironía
Qué bendición la mía
Despertar junto a ti cada día
Who Would Have Thought
Who would have thought that mink and denim
Could merge one day, who would have thought
You caviar and me tortilla, who would have thought
It seems that love doesn't understand about profits
You go to the bank and I prefer the piggy bank
I listen to Serrat and you prefer Loco Mía
You go straight to the point, I go for fantasy
It seems that love doesn't understand about ironies
Who would have thought, who would have thought that they are years
That we have already spent together hand in hand
Who would have thought, who would have thought that the important thing
Is to accept you and for you to accept me as human
That I love you and that you love me
Is an irony
What a blessing mine
To wake up next to you every day
I, a troubadour and you, an economics student
You with numbers, me with philosophy
And although it sounds impossible in theory
Love cares little about utopias
People say that you and I don't make a good match
For being water and oil, what an irony
If we were the same, what apathy
We wouldn't have anything to talk about each following day
Who would have thought, who would have thought that they are years
That we have already spent together hand in hand
Who would have thought, who would have thought that the important thing
Is to accept you and for you to accept me as human
Who would have thought, who would have thought that they are years
That we have already spent together hand in hand
Who would have thought, who would have thought that the important thing
Is to accept you and for you to accept me as human
That I love you and that you love me
Is an irony
What a blessing mine
To wake up next to you every day