A Ella
Hoy me vino la gana que no las musas
Hoy no tengo pretextos ni disculpas
Para cantarte a ti
Para escribirte un verso y descolgarte desde aquí
Hasta las ganas de la mañana
Ya por venir
Hoy primero del segundo del año
Mientras esta mujer rompe el espacio
Para inventarse al fin
Para mirarla toda en el silencio y de perfil
Tomo sus manos,como escenario
Para existir
Y es que no importa que digan,que esta trillado
Hablar de amor,que mal digan si no han probado
La noche en sus brazos de sol
Y es que no importa que digan,que esta trillado
Hablar de amor,que mal digan si no han probado
La noche en sus brazos de soooooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!
Se detiene el reloj sobre nosotros
Caen las diez que resbalan por sus hombros
Y se cuela la luz
Que se enrede en tu pelo pero la liberas tu
Oro y diamante por un instante de tono azul
Y es que no importa que digan,que esta trillado
Hablar de amor,que mal digan si no han probado
La noche en sus brazos de sol
Y es que no importa que digan,que esta trillado
Hablar de amor,que mal digan si no han probado
La noche en sus brazos de soooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!
To Her
Today I felt the urge, not from the muses
Today I have no excuses or apologies
To sing to you
To write you a verse and hang you from here
Until the desires of the morning
Yet to come
Today, the first of the second of the year
While this woman breaks the space
To finally invent herself
To look at her completely in silence and sideways
I take her hands, as a stage
To exist
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of sun
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of soooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!
The clock stops on us
The ten fall, sliding down her shoulders
And the light sneaks in
That gets tangled in your hair but you set it free
Gold and diamond for a moment of blue tone
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of sun
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of soooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!