Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El escaparate, artist - Alejandro Sanz. Album song Si tu me miras, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 25.09.1993
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
El escaparate(original) |
Una simple foto |
tras una vitrina, |
una imagen de cartón |
que en su alma cobró vida. |
Entre objetos puestos |
en total desorden |
vive en venta su sonrisa |
siempre igual pero distinta. |
No esperaban sus caricias |
en su piel inanimada |
él se conformaba |
sólo con poder mirarla, |
sólo con poder mirarla, |
sólo con poder mirarla. |
El escaparate otra vez se apagará, |
so’aré contigo y la tienda cerrará |
pero abren mañana niña |
y de nuevo serás mía. |
El escaparate no lo dice |
pero sabe que a pesar |
de lo irreal, si no puedo verla |
y mañana ya no hay más |
aunque sólo es una foto |
lo demás sin ella es poco. |
Hasta que un buen día |
así sin avisarle |
cambiaron ese decorado |
y quitaron a su amante. |
Pregunté a la gente |
sólo se rieron |
fue a buscarla por las calles |
en montañas de deshechos, |
y entre los escombros |
y entre los objetos |
encontré a su niña rota |
en pedazos sucia y sola. |
La curó jurando |
la limpio llorando |
y abrazándola al final |
se la llevó a pasear. |
El escaparate, nunca más se apagará |
so’aremos juntos y ya nunca cerrará |
no abrirán mañana niña, |
pero sigues siendo m�a. |
El escaparate, nunca más se apagará |
so’aremos juntos y ya nunca cerrará |
no abrirán mañana niña, |
pero sigues siendo mía. |
(translation) |
a simple photo |
behind a showcase, |
a cardboard picture |
that in his soul of him came alive. |
between placed objects |
in total disorder |
live your smile for sale |
always the same but different |
They did not expect your caresses |
in his inanimate skin |
he conformed |
just being able to look at her, |
just being able to look at her, |
just being able to look at it. |
The showcase will go out again, |
I will dream with you and the store will close |
but they open tomorrow girl |
and you will be mine again. |
The window does not say |
but you know that despite |
of the unreal, if I can't see it |
and tomorrow there is no more |
although it is only a photo |
the rest without it is little. |
Until one fine day |
so without warning |
they changed that decoration |
and took her lover from her. |
I asked the people |
they just laughed |
she went looking for her through the streets |
in mountains of rubbish, |
and among the rubble |
and between objects |
I found her girl from her broken |
she in pieces dirty and alone. |
She cured her by swearing |
I clean it crying |
and hugging her at the end |
he took her for a walk. |
The showcase will never go out again |
We will dream together and it will never close |
they won't open tomorrow girl, |
but you're still mine |
The showcase will never go out again |
We will dream together and it will never close |
they won't open tomorrow girl, |
but you're still mine |