Entre Dos Colores
Que sería de la noche, si no la pintara la luna
Que sería de la noche, si no la rondara la luna
Y no la rondara, y no la rondara
Que sería la vida, si el amor le faltara
Que sería de la luna si el sol no fuera su amante
Que sería de la noche si al alba no amaneciera, no amaneciera
Si no amaneciera, que sería la vida si el amor no existiera
De qué te sirve querer sin nadie para quererte
De qué te sirve entregar sin nadie para entregarse
De qué te sirve el amor
Sin nadie pa compartirlo
Sin nadie para abrazarse
Sin nadie que de lo mismo
De qué te sirve querer, sin nadie para quererse
De qué te sirve entregar sin nadie para entregarse
De qué te sirve el amor
Sin nadie pa compartirlo
Sin nadie para entregarse
Sin nadie que de lo mismo
El amor es una senda de placeres y dolores
El amor es una venda, a media entre dos colores, entre dos colores
Entre dos colores, uno el de los miedos el otro el de las pasiones
De qué te sirve querer sin nadie para quererte
De qué te sirve entregar sin nadie para entregarse
De qué te sirve el amor
Sin nadie pa compartirlo
Sin nadie para abrazarse
Sin nadie que de lo mismo
De qué te sirve querer, sin nadie para quererse
De qué te sirve entregar sin nadie para entregarse
De qué te sirve el amor
Sin nadie pa compartirlo
Sin nadie para entregarse
Sin nadie que de lo mismo
Between Two Colors
What would the night be, if the moon didn't paint it
What would the night be, if the moon didn't roam around it
And didn't roam around, and didn't roam around
What would life be, if love were missing
What would the moon be if the sun weren't its lover
What would the night be if dawn didn't break, didn't break
If it didn't break, what would life be if love didn't exist
What good is it to love without someone to love you
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to embrace
Without anyone to reciprocate
What good is it to love, without someone to love
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to give to
Without anyone to reciprocate
Love is a path of pleasures and pains
Love is a blindfold, halfway between two colors, between two colors
Between two colors, one of fears the other of passions
What good is it to love without someone to love you
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to embrace
Without anyone to reciprocate
What good is it to love, without someone to love
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to give to
Without anyone to reciprocate