Trataré
Trataré
De mirar al cielo, y al mirar de nuevo no preguntar ¿por qué?
Trataré
De no ser quien en primavera solo ve la tierra bajo sus pies
Trataré, trataré
Y pensar
Que no habrá palabras, ni esos gestos, miradas, míos para guardar
Comprender
Que a veces está bien no entender a las cosas que no pueden ser
Laray rara rará rará rarai laray a-ay
Trataré
De mirar al cielo, y al mirar de nuevo no preguntar ¿por qué?
Trataré
De no ser quien en primavera solo ve la tierra bajo sus pies
Ay trataré, trataré
Y pensar
Que no habrá palabras, ni esos gestos, miradas, míos para guardar
Comprender
Que a veces está bien no entender a las cosas que no pueden ser
Ay la rarai larai rarai laralara
Ay aay larai lará lará rarararai
I will try
I will try
To look at the sky, and when looking again, not ask why?
I will try
Not to be the one who in spring only sees the earth beneath their feet
I will try, I will try
And to think
That there won't be words, nor those gestures, looks, of mine to keep
To understand
That sometimes it's okay not to understand the things that cannot be
Laray rara rará rará rarai laray a-ay
I will try
To look at the sky, and when looking again, not ask why?
I will try
Not to be the one who in spring only sees the earth beneath their feet
Oh, I will try, I will try
And to think
That there won't be words, nor those gestures, looks, of mine to keep
To understand
That sometimes it's okay not to understand the things that cannot be
Oh la rarai larai rarai laralara
Oh aay larai lará lará rarararai