Algo
La guitarra retoza y se desayuna
la canción que en la noche tejió la luna,
me susurra ternura su aliento tibio,
me encadena su risa frente al delirio.
Algo, algo de ti me está cavando dentro,
me está envolviendo, me está envolviendo algo,
algo de ti me está arrimando al cielo,
me está arrimando al cielo.
Se estremece la puerta si te aproximas,
se aceleran los pasos que te adivinan,
evocas el desorden que se avecina
y olvido el hambre eterna de la cocina.
Porque algo, algo de ti me está cavando dentro,
me está envolviendo, me está envolviendo algo,
algo de ti me está arrimando al cielo,
me está arrimando al cielo.
Te has implicado aquí en mi pecho
y has espantado los fantasmas
con tu reino de luz.
Algo me está arrimando al cielo...
Something
The guitar frolics and has breakfast
the song that the moon weaved at night,
whispers tenderness with its warm breath,
its laughter chains me in front of delirium.
Something, something of you is digging inside me,
is wrapping me up, something is wrapping me up,
something of you is bringing me closer to heaven,
is bringing me closer to heaven.
The door shudders when you approach,
the steps quicken as they guess you,
you evoke the disorder that is coming
and I forget the eternal hunger of the kitchen.
Because something, something of you is digging inside me,
is wrapping me up, something is wrapping me up,
something of you is bringing me closer to heaven,
is bringing me closer to heaven.
You have involved yourself here in my chest
and have scared away the ghosts
with your kingdom of light.
Something is bringing me closer to heaven...
Escrita por: Liuba Maria Hevia