Lyrics of Mi primera canción - Alejandro Sanz

Mi primera canción (original)

Mi primera canci?
n estaba hecha
Con los besos de marta
Y mi forma de quererla,
Con la sabidur?
a de mar?
a Y el recuerdo de almudena
Tan l?
nguida y sufrida.
Mi primera canci?
n era mentira
Era un trozo de la esquina
Donde un d?
a dije adi?
s.
Bea siempre fue un secreto
Nunca supe decirle a tiempo, no Para m?
fue la primera
La m?
s bella melod?
a Por ser rosa prisionera
Que al tocarla se mor?
a Que al salirse de mi boca me besaban bien los labios,
Las frases agradecidas…
Mi primera canci?
n Descubr?
que cuando cantas
S?
lo est?
s dibujando con palabras,
Era un verso dedicado
A lo suave del pelo
De yolanda.
Era sue?
o y a?
oranza,
Era escudo y era lanza.
Darlo todo pidiendo nada,
Darlo todo pidiendo nada,
Derramar en el suelo el alma.
Tocar el fuego sin preguntarte
Si la llama puede quemarte.
Para m?
fue la primera
La m?
s bella melod?
a Por ser rosa prisionera
Que al tocarla se mor?
a Que al salirse de mi boca me besaban bien los labios,
Las frases agradecidas…
Mi primera canci?
n

(translation)

my first song
was not done
With Marta's kisses
And my way of loving her,
With wisdom?
to sea?
a And the memory of Almudena
so l?
nguided and suffered.
my first song
it was not a lie
It was a corner piece
where one day
did i say bye?
yes
Bea was always a secret
I never knew how to tell you in time, right For me?
It was the first one
The m?
s beautiful melody?
a For being a prisoner rose
That by touching her she died?
a That when they came out of my mouth they kissed my lips well,
The grateful phrases...
my first song
n Discover?
that when you sing
Yes?
is it?
s drawing with words,
It was a dedicated verse
to the smooth of the hair
From Yolanda.
Was it sue?
or and to?
prayer,
It was a shield and it was a spear.
Give everything asking for nothing,
Give everything asking for nothing,
Spill the soul on the ground.
touch the fire without asking you
If the flame can burn you.
for me
It was the first one
The m?
s beautiful melody?
a For being a prisoner rose
That when you touch it you die?
a That when they came out of my mouth they kissed my lips well,
The grateful phrases...
my first song
n