Translation of the song lyrics Cosas Del Amor - Enrique Iglesias

Cosas Del Amor (original)

Que me importa el Calvario
Si amarte es sufrir
O que juegues con cartas marcadas
Lo que importa es las noches
Pasadas en ti
Aunque a cambio me rompas el alma
Que me importa la vida!
De que sirve vivir
Si me falta tu cuerpo caliente?
Lo que importa es tocarte
Y apagar esta sed
Que tan solo me apaga tu fuente
Que sin ti nada tiene valor
Y por eso soy tuyo
Esclavo y senor
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida:
Tu eres mi aguila real
Yo soy tu gacela herida
Cosas de tu carne
Cosas de tu piel
Que me arrastra por las olas
Como barco de papel
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu me haces el dolor
Y me curas las heridas
Cosas de tu cuerpo
Cosas de mi voz
Predicando en el desierto
De tu absurdo corazon.
Para que quiero aire
Si respiro de ti?
Para que quiero luz
Ni ventanas?
Si me basta sentirte amarrada a mi piel
Y saber que a tu modo me amas
Que me importa esperarte
Una y mil veces mas
Si al final tu me inundas el tiempo
Lo que importa es mirarte
En silencio y saber
Que tal vez sin tenerte te tengo
Que sin ti nada tiene valor
Y por eso soy tuyo
Esclavo y senor
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida:
Tu eres mi aguila real
yo soy tu gacela herida
Cosas de tu carne
Cosas de tu piel
Que me arrastra por las olas
Como barco de papel
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida:
Tu me haces el dolor
Y me curas las heridas
Cosas de tu cuerpo
Cosas de mi voz
Predicando en el desierto
De tu absurdo corazon
Things of Love
What does the Calvary matter
If to love you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
Spent with you
Even if in return you tear my soul
What do I care about life?
What’s the point of living
If I don’t have your hot body?
What matters is to touch you
And to quench this thirst
That only your fountain quenches for me
Without you nothing has value
And for that I’m yours
Slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I’m your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain and
You heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Why do I want air
If I breath of you?
Why do I want light
Or windows
If to feel you on my skin is enough
And to know that you love me anyway
What does it matter to wait for you a
Thousand and one more times
If in the end you eliminate the time
What matters is to see you
In silence and to know
That perhaps without having you
I have you
That with out you nothing has value
And that’s why I’m yours
Slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I’m your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain and you
Heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Enrique Iglesias — -

Cosas Del Amor (translation)

What do I care about Calvary
If loving you is suffering
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters is the nights
spent on you
Although in exchange you break my soul
That life matters to me!
what's the use of living
If I miss your hot body?
What matters is touching you
And quench this thirst
That only your source turns me off
That without you nothing has value
And that's why I'm yours
slave and lord
Things of love
Life things:
you are my royal eagle
I am your wounded gazelle
things of your flesh
things of your skin
that drags me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love
Life things
you make me pain
And you heal my wounds
things of your body
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
Of your absurd heart.
Why do I want air?
If I breathe from you?
Why do I want light?
No windows?
If it's enough for me to feel you tied to my skin
And to know that you love me in your own way
What do I care waiting for you
One and a thousand times more
If in the end you flood my time
What matters is looking at you
Silent and knowing
That maybe without having you I have you
That without you nothing has value
And that's why I'm yours
slave and lord
Things of love
Life things:
you are my royal eagle
I am your wounded gazelle
things of your flesh
things of your skin
that drags me through the waves
like a paper boat
Things of love
Life things:
you make me pain
And you heal my wounds
things of your body
things of my voice
preaching in the desert
of your absurd heart
things of love
What does the Calvary matter
If to love you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
Spend with you
Even if in return you tear my soul
What do I care about life?
What's the point of living
If I don't have your hot body?
What matters is to touch you
And to quench this thirst
That only your fountain quenches for me
Without you nothing has value
And for that I'm yours
slave and gentleman
things of love
things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
things of love
things of life
You cause me pain and
You heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Why do I want air
If I breathe of you?
Why do I want light
or windows
If to feel you on my skin is enough
And to know that you love me anyway
What does it matter to wait for you a
Thousand and one more times
If in the end you eliminate the time
What matters is to see you
In silence and to know
That perhaps without having you
I have you
That with out you nothing has value
And that's why I'm yours
slave and gentleman
things of love
things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drags me through the waves
Like a paper boat
things of love
things of life
You cause me pain and you
Heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Enrique Iglesias - -