Hay Cosas
Las cosas más obvias y bellas
Merecen no ser pronunciadas
Así como el viento se calla
Al ver que las flores retoñan
Los ojos más tiernos y dulces
Recitan con cada mirada
Los tuyos van llenos de luces
Que brillan en mis madrugadas
Hay cosas, amor, tan sagradas
Que solo me atrevo a cantarlas
Son tardes de color naranja
Perfume de cartas lejanas
Hay cosas, amor, tan sagradas
Que solo me atrevo a cantarlas
Son joyas que tienes guardadas
Estrellas que alumbran tu cara
Los ojos más tiernos y dulces
Recitan con cada mirada
Los tuyos van llenos de luces
Que brillan en mis madrugadas
Hay cosas, amor, tan sagradas
Que solo me atrevo a cantarlas
Son tardes de color naranja
Perfume de cartas lejanas
Hay cosas, amor, tan sagradas
Que solo me atrevo a cantarlas
Son joyas que tienes guardadas
Estrellas que alumbran tu cara
There are Things
The most obvious and beautiful things
Deserve not to be spoken
Just as the wind falls silent
Seeing the flowers bloom
The most tender and sweet eyes
Recite with every glance
Yours are filled with lights
That shine in my early mornings
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are orange-colored afternoons
Perfume of distant letters
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are jewels you have kept
Stars that light up your face
The most tender and sweet eyes
Recite with every glance
Yours are filled with lights
That shine in my early mornings
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are orange-colored afternoons
Perfume of distant letters
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are jewels you have kept
Stars that light up your face