Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carta urgente , by - Rosana. Song from the album Magia, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.06.2005
Record label: Dro East West
Song language: Spanish
Carta urgente(original) |
| Hay cosas que te escribo en cartas para no decirlas |
| Hay cosas que escribo en canciones para repetirlas |
| Hay cosas que están en mi alma y quedarán contigo cuando me haya ido |
| En todas acabo diciendo cuánto te he querido |
| Hay cosas que escribo en la cama, hay cosas que escribo en el aire |
| Hay cosas que siento tan mías que no son de nadie |
| Hay cosas que escribo contigo y hay cosas que sin ti no valen |
| Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde |
| Hay cosas que se lleva el tiempo sabe Dios a dónde |
| Hay cosas que siguen ancladas cuando el tiempo corre |
| Hay cosas que están en mi alma y quedarán conmigo cuando me haya ido |
| Y en todas acabo sabiendo cuánto me has querido |
| Hay cosas que escribo en la cama, hay cosas que escribo en el aire |
| Hay cosas que siento tan mías que no son de nadie |
| Hay cosas que escribo contigo y hay cosas que sin ti no valen |
| Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde |
| Hay cartas urgentes que llegan cuando ya no hay nadie |
| (translation) |
| There are things that I write to you in letters so as not to say them |
| There are things I write in songs to repeat them |
| There are things that are in my soul and will stay with you when I'm gone |
| In all of them I end up saying how much I loved you |
| There are things I write in bed, there are things I write in the air |
| There are things that I feel so mine that they belong to no one |
| There are things that I write with you and there are things that are worthless without you |
| There are things and things that end up arriving so late |
| There are things that time takes God knows where |
| There are things that remain anchored when time runs |
| There are things that are in my soul and will stay with me when I'm gone |
| And in all of them I end up knowing how much you loved me |
| There are things I write in bed, there are things I write in the air |
| There are things that I feel so mine that they belong to no one |
| There are things that I write with you and there are things that are worthless without you |
| There are things and things that end up arriving so late |
| There are urgent letters that arrive when there is no one |