Por Que Será?
Lucía: Amor que cosa loca, el que corre en nuestras venas,
Un fuego aquí en la sangre, que nos gusta, que nos quema,
Es una fuerza extraña, nos arrastra donde quiera,
Amor, amor, amor. . .
Joaquín: Amor desmesurado, que te extraña, que te cela,
Que cuando está contigo, a tu cuerpo me encadena,
Lucía y Joaquín: Es como cuando sientes que te lleva la corriente,
Amor, amor, amor. . .
Lucía y Joaquín: Por qué será, será, que te amé de esa manera,
Que me fui detrás de ti, por quererte porque sí,
Sin al menos preguntarme qué iba a ser de mí. . .
Por qué será, será, que me fui detrás de ti,
Por quererte porque si, que no hay otra explicación,
Amor. . . amor. . .
Lucía: Amor desmesurado, que te extraña, que te cela,
Joaquín: Que cuando está contigo a tu cuerpo me encadena,
Lucía y Joaquín: Es como cuando sientes que te lleva la corriente,
Amor, amor, amor. . .
Lucía y Joaquín: Por qué será, será, que te amé de esa manera,
Que me fui detrás de ti, por quererte porque sí,
Sin al menos preguntarme qué iba a ser de mí. . .
Por qué será, será, que me fui detrás de ti,
Por quererte porque si, que no hay otra explicación,
Amor. . . amor. . .
Why Would That Be?
Lucía: Love, what a crazy thing, the one that runs in our veins,
A fire here in the blood, that we like, that burns us,
It's a strange force, it drags us wherever,
Love, love, love...
Joaquín: Excessive love, that misses you, that is jealous of you,
That when it's with you, it chains me to your body,
Lucía and Joaquín: It's like when you feel the current taking you,
Love, love, love...
Lucía and Joaquín: Why would that be, be, that I loved you in that way,
That I went after you, for loving you just because,
Without even asking myself what would become of me...
Why would that be, be, that I went after you,
For loving you just because, that there's no other explanation,
Love... love...
Lucía: Excessive love, that misses you, that is jealous of you,
Joaquín: That when it's with you, it chains me to your body,
Lucía and Joaquín: It's like when you feel the current taking you,
Love, love, love...
Lucía and Joaquín: Why would that be, be, that I loved you in that way,
That I went after you, for loving you just because,
Without even asking myself what would become of me...
Why would that be, be, that I went after you,
For loving you just because, that there's no other explanation,
Love... love...
Escrita por: Roberto Livi