Líbrame
Líbrame, de no saber cómo es tu amor
Entregarte a mala hora el corazón
De buscarte en mis estrellas, y no hallarte
Líbrame de no poder oír tu voz
Líbrame, de la prisión que halle en tu piel
De perder, mi libertad por tu querer
De elegir entre el infierno de tus besos
O el cielo al que me eleva cada vez
Líbrame de no sentir una vez más
De sufrir las inclemencias de tu amor
De caer a tus miradas fugitivas
De tener que renunciar a tanto amor
Líbrame, de no poder volver amar
Y descubrir que tú eras, como lo soñé
De entender, que nuestra historia
Aunque queramos no termina
Y comienza al amanecer
Líbrame mujer de no confesarte
Que me estoy muriendo por darte mi alma
Líbrame mujer de darte mi todo
De decirte que te adoro y que tú eres mi calma
Líbrame mujer de no confesarte
Que me estoy muriendo por darte mi alma
Líbrame mujer de darte mi todo
De decirte que te adoro y que tú eres mi calma
Líbrame, de no saber cómo es tu amor
Entregarte a mala hora el corazón
De buscarte en mis estrellas y no hallarte
Líbrame de no poder oír tu voz
Líbrame, de la prisión que halle en tu piel
De perder mi libertad por tu querer
De elegir entre el infierno de tus besos
O el cielo al que me eleva cada vez
Free Me
Free me, from not knowing what your love is like
To give you my heart at the wrong time
To search for you in my stars, and not find you
Free me from not being able to hear your voice
Free me, from the prison I found in your skin
From losing my freedom for your love
From choosing between the hell of your kisses
Or the heaven to which I am lifted each time
Free me from not feeling once more
From suffering the hardships of your love
From falling into your fleeting glances
From having to give up so much love
Free me, from not being able to love again
And discovering that you were, as I dreamed
To understand, that our story
Even if we want it to, does not end
And begins at dawn
Free me, woman, from not confessing to you
That I am dying to give you my soul
Free me, woman, from giving you my all
From telling you that I adore you and that you are my calm
Free me, woman, from not confessing to you
That I am dying to give you my soul
Free me, woman, from giving you my all
From telling you that I adore you and that you are my calm
Free me, from not knowing what your love is like
To give you my heart at the wrong time
To search for you in my stars and not find you
Free me from not being able to hear your voice
Free me, from the prison I found in your skin
From losing my freedom for your love
From choosing between the hell of your kisses
Or the heaven to which I am lifted each time