Canela
La luna que nos vió, bailar pegados
Es la que nos ve hoy, cada uno por su lado
Nunca he querido asi
A golpes de locura y desesperación
Amor, por tu amor
Con sabor, a canela en rama
Voy, por tu amor
Que no doy, ni un palo al agua, no
No hay tinta ni papel, en las imprentas
Para poder poner, lo que te quiero en letras
No existe una canción
Mas triste y mas obscura que la del adiós
Amor, por tu amor
Con sabor, en canela en rama
Voy, por tu amor
Que no doy, ni un palo al agua, no
Tendre que desdibujar
Tus palabras de mis labios
El oficio de olvidar
No es tan facil de aprender, salvame
No puede haber canción
Mas triste y mas obscura que la del adiós
Amor, por tu amor
Con sabor, a canela en rama
Voy, que no doy
Por tu amor, ni un palo al agua
Amor, por tu amor
Con sabor, a canela en rama
Voy, por tu amor
Muero y soy, flor que se desangra, amor
Cinnamon
The moon that saw us, dancing close
Is the one that sees us today, each one on their own
I've never loved like this
With bursts of madness and desperation
Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
That I don't give, not even lift a finger, no
There's no ink or paper, in the printing presses
To be able to put, what I love about you in words
There's no song
Sadder and darker than the one of goodbye
Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
That I don't give, not even lift a finger, no
I'll have to erase
Your words from my lips
The craft of forgetting
Is not so easy to learn, save me
There can't be a song
Sadder and darker than the one of goodbye
Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, that I don't
For your love, not even lift a finger
Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
I die and am, a flower that bleeds, love