Amor de Otoño
Él tomaba el sol cada mañana
Sentado en ese banco solitario
Fumando cigarrillos de nostalgia
Y conversando con su soledad... nananana.
Ella lo miraba de reojo
Envuelta en una nube de palomas
Jugando con el viento del otoño
Como un adolescente en libertad... nananana
Pensando que algún día fue feliz.
La mira él
Desde su cielo de nieve y sal
Desde su banco de sombra y sol
Mientras escucha su corazón
Latir
Lo mira ella
Desde su cielo sereno y gris
Desde su otoño amarillo y miel
Mientras escucha su corazón
Latir
Por él.
Le pregunta él como te llamas
Ella se ruboriza y le sonríe
Se cruzan en silencio sus miradas
Me llamaré como prefieras tú... nananana
Me llamaré como prefieras tú.
El amor no es de hoy ni de mañana
Es tan intemporal como la luna
Será quizá una broma del destino
Pero se han vuelto hoy a enamorar... nananana
Pero se han vuelto hoy a enamorar.
La mira él
Desde su cielo de nieve y sal
Desde su banco de sombra y sol
Mientras escucha su corazón
Latir
Lo mira ella
Desde su cielo sereno y gris
Desde su otoño amarillo y miel
Mientras escucha su corazón
Latir
Por el.
Autumn Love
He used to sunbathe every morning
Sitting on that lonely bench
Smoking cigarettes of nostalgia
And talking to his loneliness... nananana.
She glanced at him
Wrapped in a cloud of doves
Playing with the autumn wind
Like a teenager in freedom... nananana
Thinking that one day she was happy.
He looks at her
From his sky of snow and salt
From his bench of shadow and sun
While he listens to his heart
Beating
She looks at him
From her serene and gray sky
From her yellow and honey autumn
While she listens to her heart
Beating
For him.
He asks her what's your name
She blushes and smiles
Their gazes silently cross
I'll be called whatever you prefer... nananana
I'll be called whatever you prefer.
Love is not of today or tomorrow
It's as timeless as the moon
It may be a joke of destiny
But today they have fallen in love again... nananana
But today they have fallen in love again.
He looks at her
From his sky of snow and salt
From his bench of shadow and sun
While he listens to his heart
Beating
She looks at him
From her serene and gray sky
From her yellow and honey autumn
While she listens to his heart
Beating
For him.
Escrita por: José Luis Perales