Sara
No es que el tiempo lo cure todo pero puede ayudar.
Yo no supe cómo tratarte no doy para más.
Sara, dulce, cuéntame el secreto azul
que se esconde en tus ojos tibios de animal;
secreto suave que he perseguido
tantas noches sobre tu piel.
Dilo con suavidad, como hacías ayer,
dime cosas que yo nunca pueda comprender.
Hubo un tiempo en que sin quererlo, nos llegamos a odiar
como se odian dos animales no dio para más.
Sara, dulce, cuéntame el sortilegio aquel
que aprendiste de las aves del amanecer;
dame el filtro que bebías para amar.
Sara, Sara, dulce Sara.
Sara, Sara, dulce Sara.
Secreto suave que he perseguido
tantas noches sobre tu piel;
sabes que sólo soy un salvaje
y que nunca he dado para más.
Sara, Sara, dulce Sara
Sara, Sara, dulce Sara
Sara
It's not that time heals everything but it can help.
I didn't know how to treat you, I can't take it anymore.
Sara, sweet, tell me the blue secret
that hides in your warm animal eyes;
gentle secret that I have pursued
so many nights on your skin.
Say it softly, as you did yesterday,
tell me things that I can never understand.
There was a time when unintentionally, we came to hate each other
like two animals hate each other, it didn't work anymore.
Sara, sweet, tell me that spell
that you learned from the birds of dawn;
give me the potion you drank to love.
Sara, Sara, sweet Sara.
Sara, Sara, sweet Sara.
Gentle secret that I have pursued
so many nights on your skin;
you know that I am just a savage
and that I have never been enough.
Sara, Sara, sweet Sara
Sara, Sara, sweet Sara
Escrita por: Manuel Garcia Garcia-Perez / Quimi Portet