Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lo que sobra de mí, artist - Fito & Fitipaldis. Album song Fitografía, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Lo que sobra de mí(original) |
Tuve que aprender de nuevo a respirar |
De nuevo tuve que aprender |
Hice agujeros en la capa del disfraz de SuperMan |
Que nunca me he querido poner |
Me jugué a una carta la felicidad |
Nunca pensé que la pudiera perder |
Toda la vida era un cuento |
Y yo era PeterPan, por eso no he podido crecer |
Ya llega la tormenta, ya la oigo venir |
Viene derechita hacia aquí |
Haciendo: «bom… bom… bom… bom» |
Si me concedieras un deseo para hacerme feliz |
Me gustaría cortar todo lo que sobra de mi |
Ahora sé que el cielo no está lejos, nosotros sí |
Demasiado tiempo huyendo conmigo de mí |
No era la más fea y me sacó a bailar |
Ella me sacó a bailar |
Y movía las caderas para despistar |
Solo para despistar |
Fue tan larga la condena, solo un día más, solo un día más… |
Como un suspiro que debió durar lo mismo que la eternidad |
Ya llega la tormenta ya la oigo venir |
Viene derechita hacia aquí |
Haciendo: «bom… bom… bom… bom» |
Si me concedieras un deseo para hacerme feliz |
Me gustaría cortar todo lo que sobra de mí |
Ahora sé que el cielo no está lejos, nosotros sí |
Demasiado tiempo huyendo conmigo de mí |
Sé que la próxima estación de nuevo me despido |
Y sé que nunca dije «adiós» convencido |
Y complicarme me resulta muy sencillo |
Igual que respirar… |
Ahora sé que el cielo no está lejos, nosotros sí |
Demasiado tiempo huyendo conmigo de mí |
(translation) |
I had to learn to breathe again |
Again I had to learn |
I punched holes in the cape of the SuperMan costume |
That I have never wanted to wear |
I played a card for happiness |
I never thought that I could lose her |
All life was a story |
And I was PeterPan, that's why I couldn't grow up |
The storm is coming, I already hear it coming |
It's coming right this way |
Doing: “bom… bom… bom… bom” |
If you would grant me one wish to make me happy |
I would like to cut all that is left of me |
Now I know that heaven is not far, we are |
Too much time running away with me |
She was not the ugliest and she asked me to dance |
She took me out dancing |
And she moved her hips to mislead |
just to mislead |
The sentence was so long, just one more day, just one more day... |
Like a sigh that should have lasted as long as eternity |
The storm is coming and I can hear it coming |
It's coming right this way |
Doing: “bom… bom… bom… bom” |
If you would grant me one wish to make me happy |
I'd like to cut off all that's left of me |
Now I know that heaven is not far, we are |
Too much time running away with me |
I know that the next station again I say goodbye |
And I know I never said "goodbye" convinced |
And getting complicated is very easy for me |
Just like breathing... |
Now I know that heaven is not far, we are |
Too much time running away with me |