Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fotos de Tokyo , by - Pedro Aznar. Song from the album Esenciales, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 19.10.2017
Record label: Dbn
Song language: Spanish
Fotos de Tokyo(original) |
| Cuanto más me pregunto |
| Más dejo de entender |
| Qué nos hizo estar juntos |
| Será que aún espero en vano la magia |
| Que contagia |
| Los huracanes del alma |
| Que no los calma nada |
| Tengo miedo (y es cierto) |
| ¿Dónde me iré a esconder? |
| Soy un Sha en el desierto |
| Con tantas dudas y con tanto horizonte |
| Tan de golpe |
| Que se me hiela la sangre al pensar |
| Que lo nuestro es como encontrar postales viejas |
| Como desenterrar tantas palabras secas |
| Un affaire oriental |
| Fotos de Tokyo |
| Es la asfixia total |
| Es como un vuelo a ciegas |
| Salgo a dar una vuelta |
| No hay mucho más que hablar |
| No me esperes despierta |
| Hace ya tiempo que la cama te esconde |
| Algunos nombres |
| Y se convierte en deporte |
| De un amante torpe |
| Lo más loco de todo |
| Es que te quise bien |
| Vos sabés de qué modo |
| Lo que no quiero es inventar un camino |
| De retorno |
| Para escaparme de la soledad |
| Y eso sí sería encontrar postales viejas |
| Como desempolvar todas las tardes lentas |
| Un affaire oriental |
| Fotos de Tokyo |
| Es la asfixia total |
| Es como andar a tientas |
| (translation) |
| the more i wonder |
| More I stop understanding |
| what made us be together |
| Could it be that I still wait in vain for magic |
| what is contagious |
| hurricanes of the soul |
| That nothing calms them |
| I'm scared (and it's true) |
| Where will I go to hide? |
| I am a Sha in the desert |
| With so many doubts and with so much horizon |
| so suddenly |
| That my blood runs cold when I think |
| That our thing is like finding old postcards |
| How to dig up so many dry words |
| an eastern affair |
| Photos of Tokyo |
| It's total suffocation |
| It's like a blind flight |
| I go for a walk |
| There's not much else to talk about |
| don't wait up for me |
| It's been a long time since the bed hides you |
| some names |
| And it becomes sport |
| Of a clumsy lover |
| The craziest thing of all |
| It's that I loved you well |
| you know how |
| What I don't want is to invent a way |
| Return |
| To escape from loneliness |
| And that would be finding old postcards |
| Like dusting off all the slow afternoons |
| an eastern affair |
| Photos of Tokyo |
| It's total suffocation |
| It's like groping |