Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quisiera Ser , by - Alejandro Sanz. Song from the album Sirope Vivo, in the genre ПопRelease date: 26.11.2015
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
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 |