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SIb FA DO FA
SIb FA DO FA
SIb FA
Que me importa el Calvario
DO FA
si amarte es sufrir,
SIb FA DO FA
Aunque juegues con cartas marcadas.
REm FA
Lo que importa es las noches
DO FA
pasadas sin ti,
SIb FA DO FA
aunque a cambio me rompas el alma.
SIb FA
?Que me importa la vida!
DO FA
?De que sirte vivir
SIb FA DO FA
si me falta tu cuerpo caliente?
SIb FA
Lo que importa es tocarte
DO FA
y apagar esta sad,
SIb FA DO FA
que tan solo me apaga tu fuente.
SIb FA DO FA
Que sin ti nada tiene valor, oh......no
SIb FA
y por eso soy tuyo,
DO FA
Te esclavo y senor.
SIb FA
Cosas del amor,
DO FA
cosas de la vida:
SIb FA
Tu eres mi aguila real,
DO FA
yo soy tu gacela herida.
SIb FA
Cosas de tu carne,
DO FA
cosas de tu piel,
SIb FA
que me arrastra por las olas
DO FA
como barco de papel.
SIb FA
Cosas del amor,
DO FA
cosas de la vida:
SIb FA
tu me haces el dolor
DO FA
y me curas las heridas.
SIb FA
Cosas de tu cuerpo,
DO FA
cosas de mi voz
SIb FA
predicando en el desierto
DO FA
de tu absurdo corazon.
?Para que quiero aire
si respiro de ti?
?Para que quiero luz
ni ventanas?
Si me basta sentirte amarrada a tu piel,
y saber que a tu modo me amas.
Que me importa esperarte
una y mil veces mas
si al final tu me inundas el tiempo.
Lo que importa es mirarte
en silencio y saber
que tal vez sin tenerte
te tengo.
Que sin ti nada tiene valor,
y por eso soy tuyo
esclavo y senor.
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
Tu eres mi aguila real,
yo soy tu gacela herida.
Cosas de tu carne,
cosas de tu piel,
que me arrastra por las olas
como barco de papel
Cosas del amor,
cosas de la vida:
tu me haces el dolor
y me curas las heridas.
Cosas de tu cuerpo,
cosas de mi voz
predicando en el desierto
de tu absurdo corazon..............till fade
ENGLISH TRANSLATION- THINGS OF LOVE
What does the Calvary matter
if to love you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
spent with you,
even if in return you tear my soul
What do I care about life?
What's the point of living
if I don't have your hot body?
What matters is to touch you
and to quench this thirst,
that only your fountain quenches for me.
Without you nothing has value,
and for that I'm yours,
slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and
you heal my wounds
Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart
Why do I want air
if I breath of you?
Why do I want light
or windows
if to feel you on my skin is enough
and to know that you love me anyway
What does it matter to wait for you a
thousand and one more times
If in the end you eliminate the time
What matters is to see you
in silence and to know
that perhaps without having you
I have you.
That with out you nothing has value
and that's why I'm yours,
slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love,
Things of life
You cause me pain and you
heal my wounds
Things of your body,
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
about your absurd heart
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