Y Si Tu Me Lo Pidieras
Mirame, vengo a contarte,
Que alguien se muere por ti,
Es la historia de un cobarde,
Que argumenta un ser viviiiir.
Es el
Reclamandole a algun dios,
Que acabara con su miedo
Para abrir su corazon.
Mientras tanto imaginaba
Que a su lao estabas alli
Y otra copa alimentaba
El valor para decir,
Los secretos qe guardaba y qe a nadie confio
Y al dejar desnuda el alma
Entre sueños confeeso.
Y si tu me lo pidieraas
Pintaria la primaavera
En un frio de agua invierno
Pa qe flores recojieras
Una rosa sin espinas
Pa prendertela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios
Con sabor a caramelo
Y si tu me lo pidieraas
Pintaria la primaavera
En un frio de agua invierno
Pa qe flores recojieras
Una rosa sin espinas
Pa prendertela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo
Recobró por dura el alba
Y el sentido en su vivir
Un vacio le embargaba
Condenandole a sufrir.
Nose cuando,
Pero entonces,
Algo en el se desperto
Y hoy necesito contarte que aquel cobarde era yo
Y si tu me lo pidieraas
Pintaria la primaavera
En un frio de agua invierno
Pa qe flores recojieras
Una rosa sin espinas
Pa prendertela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo
Que si tu se lo pidieraas
Pintaria la primaavera
En un frio de agua invierno
Pa qe flores recojieras
Una rosa sin espinas
Pa prendertela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo
Y si tu me lo pidieraas
Pintaria la primaavera
En un frio de agua invierno
Pa qe flores recojieras
Una rosa sin espinas
Pa prendertela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo
And If You Asked Me
Look at me, I come to tell you,
That someone is dying for you,
It's the story of a coward,
Who argues a way of living.
It's him
Pleading to some god,
To end his fear
To open his heart.
Meanwhile, he imagined
That you were by his side
And another drink fueled
The courage to say,
The secrets he kept and trusted no one with
And leaving his soul naked
Confessing in dreams.
And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips
With a taste of caramel
And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel
He regained at dawn the harshness
And the meaning in his life
An emptiness overwhelmed him
Condemning him to suffer.
I don't know when,
But then,
Something awoke in him
And today I need to tell you that that coward was me
And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel
That if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel
And if you asked me
I would paint the spring
In a cold winter water
So you could pick flowers
A thornless rose
To put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips with a taste of caramel