A keresés eredménye

It Is You

If I had to choose between what I have,
If I had to say the most beautiful thing I have inside,
Although there are days that next to you I break,
Although there are things about you I still don't understand.
If I had to say what is it, It is you.
 
If I had to focus my feelings,
Put them inside a seed and plant it and give it in your pot,
I would need nothing else to be happy,
Everything would be so great and so perfect,
If I had to say what Is it, It is you.
 
Although sometimes there are paths, you know,
Secondarys with no clog, there are toll motorways,
And you come before, and everything turns out worthless,
Without strong bedrocks the structure is weak.
 
Although sometimes there are paths, you know,
Secondarys with no clog, there are toll motorways,
And you come before, and everything turns out worthless,
Without strong bedrocks the structure falls down.
 
I'm going to buy the best cement, and the best formwork
It will be the one that keeps on holding this song's structure
From now to a hundred years, as long as I live
Colorful flowers in the prettiest house.
For them to knock at my door, so they will know it is true,
That this life turns back what you give,
And let's make the time pass by, while you laugh
There won't be shame in this world that could make my happiness overshadow,
Than you... It is you.
 
If I could give you what I have,
And ask to you what I cannot seem to give you, and hand you my time,
Than although this life Is made by two days let's take it slow,
Enjoying every second, every moment,
If I had to say what Is it, It Is you.
 
Although sometimes there are paths, you know,
Secondarys with no clog, there are toll motorways,
And you come before, and everything turns out worthless,
Without strong bedrocks the structure is weak.
 
Although sometimes there are paths, you know,
Secondarys with no clog, there are toll motorways,
And you come before, and everything turns out worthless,
Without strong bedrocks the structure falls down.
 
I'm going to buy the best cement, and the best formwork
It will be the one that keeps on holding this song's structure
From now to a hundred years, as long as I live
Colorful flowers in the prettiest house.
For them to knock at my door, so they will know it is true,
That this life turns back what you give,
And let's make the time pass by, because while you laugh
There won't be shame in this world that could make my happiness, overshadow,
Than you... It is you.
 
Translation by: Melanie Estrella
 

What's happening is I hang myself

Remind me that I have to attend couples therapy,
to begin to understand why you don't leave me,
if I don't do it well, I am Julio Alberto I'm on the spree,
if I can make you hate me and soon afterwards you love me.
 
I can assure you that I also love you
and that I am going to give you all that I am, if I arrive whole,
if I play my cards bad I can lose you and I do not want [it],
I will fashion traps to leave you win a game.
 
What's happening is I get into trouble when I go out and when I begin already everything really knows me, for always I go on
and of stopping I don't see the moment,
-softer, piano, that is sweeping.
What's happening is I hang myself,
for the hours are minutes, for the nights are so short
for I always need time,
but arriving home and seeing you in bed how bad I felt.
 
I know that this what I'm doing is nothing good, for I'm a lad,
and you know that I don't understand the why that you go on with me,
if you are the raft and I the stream that overflows the river,
if you are my guardian angel and I, I am a bastard.
 
They say that behind every great man is a great woman,
but in my case it isn't so, for it is backwards,
you are the great woman, I the man who, secretly,
has attached himself behind [you] and doesn't stop hitting you in the rear.
 
What's happening is I get into trouble when I go out and when I begin already everything really knows me, for always I go on
and of stopping I don't see the moment,
-softer, piano, that is sweeping.
What's happening is I hang myself,
for the hours are minutes, for the nights are so short
for I always need time,
but arriving home and seeing you in bed how bad I felt.
 
What's happening is I get into trouble when I go out and when I begin already everything really knows me, for always I go on
and of stopping I don't see the moment,
-softer, piano, that is sweeping.
What's happening is I hang myself,
for the hours are minutes, for the nights are so short
for I always need time,
but arriving home and seeing you in bed how bad I felt.
 
I regret, and it's that I
I regret