Era de Amar
Erase una noche común,
era en una mesa de bar,
era Enero en aquel lugar,
y ella me miro de un manera:
agua de mar.
Era de fumar y reir,
era de saber esperar,
era de salir a buscar,
no era una mirada cualquiera:
era de amar.
Voy caminando por el fondo del mar,
voy caminando por el fondo del mar.
Una gota puede tener
todos los secretos del mar,
todo lo que pueda contar,
todo lo que vino después
era de imaginar.
Voy caminando por el fondo del mar,
voy caminando por el fondo del mar.
Era of Love
It was a regular night,
it was at a bar table,
it was January in that place,
and she looked at me in a way:
like the sea.
It was about smoking and laughing,
it was about knowing how to wait,
it was about going out to search,
it wasn't just any look:
it was about love.
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea,
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea.
A drop can hold
all the secrets of the sea,
everything it can tell,
everything that came after
was about imagining.
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea,
I'm walking at the bottom of the sea.