Translation of the song lyrics Tinta - Von der Liebe - Oonagh

Tinta - Von der Liebe (original)

Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
No se podria escribir
Lo mucho que es mi querer
Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
No se podria escribir
Lo mucho que es mi querer
Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
no se podria escribir
lo mucho que es mi querer
Yo te quiero más arróbas
Que ojitas menea el arie,
Que estrellitas tiene el cielo
Y arenas tienen los mares
Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
no se podria escribir
lo mucho que es mi querer
Yo te estoy queriendo más
Que arenas tienen los rios
Y peces tiene la mar
Yo te estoy queriendo más
Que arenas tienen los rios
Y peces tiene la mar
Si en mi corazón entraras
Y mis sentimientos vieras,
Más satisfecho quedaras
Y mucho más me quisieras
Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
No se podria escribir
Lo mucho que es mi querer
Si la mar fuera de tinta
Y el cielo furea de papél,
No se podria escribir
Lo mucho que es mi querer
(Dank an André Brunner für den Text)

Tinta - Von der Liebe (translation)

If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
How much my love is
If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
How much my love is
If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
how much my love is
I love you more arrobas
What little eyes the arie wags,
What little stars does the sky have
And sands have the seas
If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
how much my love is
I'm loving you more
What sands do the rivers have?
And fish has the sea
I'm loving you more
What sands do the rivers have?
And fish has the sea
If you entered my heart
And my feelings you saw,
You will be more satisfied
And you would like me much more
If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
How much my love is
If the sea were made of ink
And the sky was made of paper,
could not be written
How much my love is
(Dank an André Brunner für den Text)