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Alejandro Sanz "Amiga mía" paroles

Traduction vers: EN DE EL ID FA SR TR

Amiga mía, lo sé, solo vives por el,
que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve
como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga
que me ha confesado entre copas,
que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche
y que enloquece con cada botón que
te desabrochas pensando en sus manos.
el no te ha visto temblar, esperando
una palabra, algún gesto un abrazo.
el no te ve como yo suspirando,
con los ojitos abiertos de par en par,
escucharme nombrarle.
¡Ay amiga mía! Lo se y el también.

Amiga mía, no se que decir,
ni que hacer para verte feliz.
ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,
que es lo que a el le hace falta;
llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,
de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.
yo quiero regalarte una poesía;
tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.

Amiga mía, ojalá algún día escuchando mi canción,
de pronto, entiendas que lo que nunca quise
fue contar tu historia
porque pudiera resultar conmovedora.
pero, perdona, amiga mía,
no es inteligencia, ni es sabiduría;
esta es mi manera de decir las cosas.
no es que sea mi trabajo, es que es mi idioma.

Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.
amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.
amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,
por fin aprendo a hablar
sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,
que toda esta historia me importa
porque eres mi amiga .

Amiga mía, lo se, solo vives por el,
que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve
como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga
que me ha confesado entre copas,
que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche...

Amiga mía, no se que decir,
ni que hacer para verte feliz.
ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad,
que es lo que a el le hace falta;
llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas,
de sueños e ilusiones renovadas.
yo quiero regalarte una poesía;
tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.

Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito.
amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo.
amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días,
por fin aprendo a hablar
sin tener que dar tantos rodeos,
que toda esta historia me importa
porque eres mi amiga.

My friend, I know you only live for him,
and he knows it too, but he doesn't see you
like I do, begging my mouth that says,
since it has confessed to me between drinks,
that its your skin that I dream of at night,
and it drives me crazy with every button that
you undo, thinking about your hands.
He hasn't seen you tremble, waiting
for a word, some gesture, an embrace.
He doesn't see you like I do, sighing,
with your eyes wide open,
listening to me mentioning it.
Oh, my friend, I know it and he does too.

My friend, I don't know what to say
nor what to do to see you happy.
I wish to God I could manipulate the soul or freedom,
since it's what he's missing,
to fill up your pockets with wars won,
with renewed dreams and hopes.
I want to give you a poem as a gift,
but you think I am giving out your news.

My friend, I hope that one day, listening to my song,
suddenly, you understand that what I never wanted
was to tell your story
because that could in pity.
But, forgive me, my friend,
it's neither intelligence, nor wisdom,
this it's my way of saying things.
Not that it's my job, it's that it's my language.

My friend, princess of an infinite tale,
my friend, so alone that I pretend you're sharing your story with me,
my friend, let's see if one of these days,
I'll finally learn to speak
without having to beat around the bush,
since all this history matters to me
because you are my friend.

My friend, I know you only live for him,
and he knows it too, but he doesn't see you
like I do, begging my mouth that says,
since it has confessed to me between drinks,
that its your skin that I dream of at night...

My friend, I don't know what to say
nor what to do to see you happy.
I wish to God I could manipulate the soul or freedom,
since it's what he's missing,
to fill up your pockets with wars won,
with renewed dreams and hopes.
I want to give you a poem as a gift,
but you think I am giving out your news.

My friend, princess of an infinite tale,
my friend, so alone that I pretend you're sharing your story with me,
my friend, let's see if one of these days,
I'll finally learn to speak
without having to beat around the bush,
since all this history matters to me
because you are my friend.