Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raro (Versión Español Siciliano), artist - Otros Aires. Album song Otros Aires 4, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 08.04.2013
Record label: Otrotono
Song language: Spanish
Raro (Versión Español Siciliano)(original) |
| Sentado al borde de tu vida |
| De tu vida que es tan rara |
| De tu vida que es tan rara |
| ADVERTISING |
| inRead invented by Teads |
| Tan rara como la mía |
| Igual que aquel escritor |
| Tachando y entre remiendos |
| Tachando y entre remiendos |
| Cada dia en borrador |
| Se aprende y no hay otra opción |
| Mientras lo vamos haciendo. |
| Raro este día que se termina |
| En estas copas que no se acaban |
| Rara tu boca sobre la mía |
| Y el mientras tanto que se nos pianta |
| Es raro el ruido del tiempo |
| Cuando golpea estos pasos |
| Rara es e frío del centro |
| Cuando no aprieta tu abrazo |
| Raro este día que se termina |
| En estas copas que no se acaban |
| Rara tu boca sobre la mía |
| Raras las horas que se nos piantan |
| Es raro el ruido del tiempo |
| Cuando golpea estos pasos |
| Rara es e frío del centro |
| Cuando no aprieta tu abrazo |
| Raro este día que se termina |
| Y esta noche que nos aguanta |
| Rara tu boca sobre la mía |
| Rara la vida que se nos pianta |
| Es raro el ruido del tiempo |
| Que truena sobre estos pasos |
| Rara es e frío del centro |
| Cuando no aprieta tu abrazo |
| (translation) |
| Sitting on the edge of your life |
| Of your life that is so rare |
| Of your life that is so rare |
| ADVERTISING |
| inRead invented by Teads |
| as rare as mine |
| Just like that writer |
| Crossing out and between patches |
| Crossing out and between patches |
| Every day in draft |
| You learn and there is no other option |
| While we're doing it. |
| Rare this day that ends |
| In these cups that do not end |
| Rare your mouth on mine |
| And in the meantime we are pianta |
| The noise of time is strange |
| When he hits these steps |
| Rarely is it cold from the center |
| When your hug doesn't tighten |
| Rare this day that ends |
| In these cups that do not end |
| Rare your mouth on mine |
| Rare the hours that piantan us |
| The noise of time is strange |
| When he hits these steps |
| Rarely is it cold from the center |
| When your hug doesn't tighten |
| Rare this day that ends |
| And tonight that holds us |
| Rare your mouth on mine |
| Rare is the life that strikes us |
| The noise of time is strange |
| What thunders over these footsteps |
| Rarely is it cold from the center |
| When your hug doesn't tighten |