Oye
Oye,
Tu recuerdo me ha parado en seco
En la tarde de ayer de nuevo,
Con su noche de negro toda
Y al lado de unas tristes olas.
Oye,
Tu recuerdo me ha llamado y tanto
En la blanca mañana y cuanto
Siento que no te viera ahora
Si ayer te vi pasar tan sola.
Quisiera verte y no pensarte
Pero es que temo tantas cosas
¿sabrás acaso darme
Más que tu cara hermosa?
¿podré contigo compartirme?
¿podré entregarme y dividirme
En miles de impresiones
O vendrás a aburrirme?
Oye,
Pensamiento que apenas conozco.
Yo te pregunto si yo respondo
A un sublime y ligero gusto
O si lo que yo lloro es justo.
Quisiera verte y no pensarte
Pero es que temo tantas cosas...
¿sabrás acaso darme
Más que tu cara hermosa?
¿podré contigo compartirme?
¿podré entregarme y dividirme
En miles de impresiones
O vendrás a aburrirme?
Oye.
Dime.
Hey
Hey,
Your memory has stopped me dead in my tracks
In the afternoon yesterday again,
With its night dressed in black
And next to some sad waves.
Hey,
Your memory has called out to me so much
In the bright morning and how
I feel like I can't see you now
When I saw you pass by so alone yesterday.
I wish I could see you and not think of you
But I'm scared of so many things
Can you give me
More than just your beautiful face?
Can I share myself with you?
Can I give myself and split myself
Into thousands of impressions
Or will you just bore me?
Hey,
Thoughts that I barely know.
I ask you if I respond
To a sublime and light pleasure
Or if what I cry for is justified.
I wish I could see you and not think of you
But I'm scared of so many things...
Can you give me
More than just your beautiful face?
Can I share myself with you?
Can I give myself and split myself
Into thousands of impressions
Or will you just bore me?
Hey.
Tell me.