Lyrics of Quisiera Ser - Alejandro Sanz, Vanesa Martín

Quisiera Ser (original)

Quisiera ser el dueño del pacto de tu boca
Quisiera ser el verbo al que no invitas
A la fiesta de tu voz
Te has preguntado alguna vez, di la verdad
Si siente el viento, debajo de tu ropa
Cuando te bañas en el mar desnuda
Y te acaricia el cuerpo en la fiesta de tu piel
Se sentirá la sal, las olas
Sentirá la arena, me da pena
Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel
Son esos besos que ni frío ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca, también los quiero yo Quisiera ser sincero
Apuesto a que te pierdo
En esta frase sólo pido tu perdón
Por qué no escribo algo mejor, ay yo no sé
Me has preguntado alguna vez
Por preguntar, qué es lo que quiero
Por qué motivo he dibujado el aire
Que jugaba a ser silencio
Si en realidad te entiendo o sólo nos queremos
Y si a la noche como a mí le duele tanto
Desear de lejos
Se sentirá la sal, las olas
Sentirá la arena, me da pena
Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel
Son esos besos que ni frío ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca, también los quiero yo, no, no, no Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel
Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Si quieres ser el aire
Yo te invito niña a mi camisa, mi camisa
De tu alegría, y la fiesta de tu piel, no, no, no Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel

(translation)

I would like to be the owner of the pact of your mouth
I would like to be the verb that you do not invite
To the party of your voice
Have you ever wondered, tell the truth
If you feel the wind, under your clothes
When you bathe in the sea naked
And caresses your body at the party of your skin
You will feel the salt, the waves
Will feel the sand, I feel sorry
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat
But if they are from your mouth, I also want them I would like to be honest
i bet i lose you
In this sentence I only ask for your forgiveness
Why don't I write something better, oh I don't know
have you ever asked me
For asking, what do I want
For what reason I have drawn the air
who played at being silence
If I really understand you or we just love each other
And if the night like me hurts so much
Wish from afar
You will feel the salt, the waves
Will feel the sand, I feel sorry
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat
But if they are from your mouth, I want them too, no, no, no I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin
I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
If you want to be the air
I invite you girl to my shirt, my shirt
Of your joy, and the party of your skin, no, no, no I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds
I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life
I would like to be the dream that you would never share
And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin