Mis alas son tus hojas

My wings are your leaves

Mis alas son tus hojas

They say I have to leave youDicen que te tengo que dejar
That you are hurting meQue me estas haciendo daño
But I tell them no wayPero yo les digo que ni hablar
We've been together for too many years.Llevamos juntos demasiados años.

They say I find it hard to breatheDicen que me cuesta respirar
That my voice is breakingQue mi voz se esta quebrando
But I can't even imagine living without youPero no puedo ni imaginar vivir sin ti
My contraband love.Mi amor de contrabando.

I've already chosen my pathYo ya escogi mi camino
I don't want to look backNo quiero mirar hacia atras
I will never regretNo me arrepentire jamas
Saying...De decir...

I plan to scrubPienso fregar
The rotten tile that tarnishes your nameEl podrido azulejo que empaña tu nombre
And take you towards freedom.Y llevarte hacia la libertad.

And my wings are your leavesY mis alas son tus hojas
Turning into poetry what you touchConvirtiendo en poesia lo que tocas
And my wings are your leaves.Y mis alas son tus hojas.

They say I have to forget youDicen que te tengo que olvidar
I'm starting to go crazyya me estoy quedando tonto
And they don't know who to blameY es que no saben a quien culpar
Don't worry Maria, I'll take responsibility for you.Tranqui Maria yo por ti respondo.

They want me to never see you againQuieren que ya no te vuelva a ver
But what they don't knowPero lo que ellos no saben
Is that you can't detach yourselfEs que no te puedes desprender
From something that has gotten into your blood.De algo que se te ha metido en la sangre.

I've already chosen my pathYo ya escogi mi camino
I don't want to look backNo quiero mirar hacia atras
I will never regretNo me arrepentire jamas
Saying...De decir...

I plan to scrubPienso fregar
The rotten tile that tarnishes your nameEl podrido azulejo que empaña tu nombre
And take you towards freedom.Y llevarte hacia la libertad.

And my wings are your leavesY mis alas son tus hojas
Turning into poetry what you touchConvirtiendo en poesia lo que tocas
And my wings are your leaves.Y mis alas son tus hojas.

And my wings are your leavesY mis alas son tus hojas
Turning into poetry what you touchConvirtiendo en poesia lo que tocas
And my wings are your leaves.Y mis alas son tus hojas.

I plan to scrubPienso fregar
The rotten tile that tarnishes your nameEl podrido azulejo que empaña tu nombre
And take you towards freedom.Y llevarte hacia la libertad.

And my wings are your leavesY mis alas son tus hojas
Turning into poetry what you touchConvirtiendo en poesia lo que tocas
And my wings are your leaves.Y mis alas son tus hojas.

My spring has been forgedMi primavera se a forjado
In my pockets with your scentEn mis bolsillos con tu olor
And I don't want anything elseY ya no quiero nada mas
Your kisses are my freedom.Tus besos son mi libertad.