Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aire, Aire, artist - Luis Eduardo Aute. Album song Aute Con Alevosía, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 22.11.2010
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Aire, Aire(original) |
Aire, aire |
No una brisa sino un torbellino de aire |
Aire, aire… |
Que se lleve a los monstruos |
Que se han hecho dueños |
De todos los sueños |
Que fueron razón |
Aire, aire |
Tantos buzos alados surcando el aire |
Aire, aire |
Que no hay dios que circule |
Con vuelo insumiso |
Por el paraíso |
Del camaleón |
Aire, aire, aire, aire… |
Necesito respirar |
Que me niego a comprender, amor |
Que ya nunca pueda ser, amor |
Verdad la verdad… |
Pero qué verdad, pero qué verdad |
Amor… |
Aire, aire |
No hay perfume que valga si falta el aire |
Aire, aire… |
De qué sirve que huela a jardines el viento |
Si falta el aliento |
Que atrapa la flor… |
Aire, aire |
Aire de vendaval que revuelva el aire |
Aire, aire… |
Aire airado que arrastre |
Esta larga locura |
Que escupe basura |
Cuando habla de honor |
Aire, aire, aire, aire… |
Aire, aire |
No una brisa sino un torbellino de aire |
Aire, aire |
Que se lleve a los monstruos |
Que se han hecho dueños |
De todos los sueños |
Que fueron razón |
(translation) |
air, air |
Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air |
Air, air... |
Take the monsters |
who have become owners |
Of all the dreams |
what were reason |
air, air |
So many winged divers soaring through the air |
air, air |
That there is no god that circulates |
with reckless flight |
for paradise |
of the chameleon |
Air, air, air, air... |
I need to breathe |
That I refuse to understand, love |
That it can never be, love |
Truth the truth… |
But what truth, but what truth |
Love… |
air, air |
There is no perfume that is worth if there is a lack of air |
Air, air... |
What good is it that the wind smells of gardens |
If you are short of breath |
That catches the flower... |
air, air |
Gale air that stirs the air |
Air, air... |
angry air dragging |
this long madness |
who spits garbage |
when he speaks of honor |
Air, air, air, air... |
air, air |
Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air |
air, air |
Take the monsters |
who have become owners |
Of all the dreams |
what were reason |