Lyrics of La Cuestion - Antonio Orozco

La Cuestion (original)

Si es cuestión de pedir
Pediré una ventana
Para mirarte cada tarde
Y no atreverme a decirte nada
Si es cuestión, de decir
Te diré que te amaba
Que aquellos años son los dueños
De cada verso que te entregaba
Y esta vez…, soy capaz
De contar que me engañabas
Que jamás te dije nada
Por que si de amar se trata
Hay que amar sufriendo
Valga lo que valga
Jugar la esperanza
Recoger las alas
Y esperar que el miedo
De perder se vaya
Miedo de perder tu cama
De perder mi alma
De empezar de nuevo
De apagar las llamas
De esperar un sueño
Y que nunca llegara
Si es cuestión…
Si es cuestión de insistir
Robaré las palabras
Y así comprendas que dejarte
Era el indulto que yo esperaba
Y esta vez, soy capaz
De entender que no me amaras
Que jamás dijeses nada
Por que si de amar se trata
Hay que amar sufriendo
Valga lo que valga
Jugar la esperanza
Recoger las alas
Y esperar que el miedo
De perder se vaya
Miedo de perder tu cama
De perder mi alma
De empezar de nuevo
De apagar las llamas
De esperar un sueño
Y que nunca llegara
Si es cuestión… si es cuestión

(translation)

If it is a question of asking
I will ask for a window
To look at you every afternoon
And I dare not tell you anything
If it is a question, to say
I'll tell you that I loved you
That those years are the owners
Of each verse that I gave you
And this time…, I am able
To tell that you cheated on me
that I never told you anything
Because if it is about loving
You have to love suffering
whatever it's worth
play the hope
pick up the wings
And wait for the fear
to lose it go
Fear of losing your bed
of losing my soul
to start over
to put out the flames
to wait for a dream
and that it never came
If it is a question…
If it is a matter of insisting
I'll steal the words
And so you understand that leaving you
It was the reprieve that I expected
And this time, I am able
To understand that you will not love me
that you never said anything
Because if it is about loving
You have to love suffering
whatever it's worth
play the hope
pick up the wings
And wait for the fear
to lose it go
Fear of losing your bed
of losing my soul
to start over
to put out the flames
to wait for a dream
and that it never came
If it is a question… if it is a question