Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Si Estas Paredes Hablaran, artist - Tamara. Album song Perfecto, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Si Estas Paredes Hablaran(original) |
Si estas paredes hablaran, que no dirian |
antes los ojos de cualquiera todo sigue en su lugar, que ironia |
aqui no hay una pareja, cada quien vive su vida |
En esta casa la rutina es quien decide por los doa |
y a la hora de la cena hay tema de conversacion, |
todo y nada, como se puede rescatar al mor |
como se salva, si va camino a la separacion |
y en la cama, por castigar mi falta de atencion, me das la espalda |
como si fuera la solucion |
el tiempo que invertimos donde quedo y la felicidad |
que aqui se vivo, quien lo diria |
si estas paredes hablaran |
Si estas paredes hablaran |
si estas paredes pensaran |
no entenderian, porque despues de haberse amado hasta en el ultimo rincon, |
hoy ni se miran |
aqui no hay una pareja, cada quien vive su vida |
en esta casa laa rutina es quien decide por los dos |
y a la hora de la cena hay tema de conversacion |
Todo y nada |
como se puede rescatar al amor, como se salva, si va camino a la separacion |
y en la cama por castigar mi falta de atencion, me das la espalda, |
como si fuera la solucion |
y el tiempo que invetimos donde quedo y la felicidad que aqui se vivio |
quien lo diria, si estas paredes hablaran |
todo y nada como se puede rescatar al amor |
como se salva, si va camino a la separacion |
y en la cama, por castigar mi falta de atencion |
me das la espalda, como si fuera la solucion |
el tiempo que invertimos donde quedo |
y la felicidad que aqui se vivio |
quien lo diria, si estas paredes hablaran |
ohh nooo ohhhh noooo |
(translation) |
If these walls could talk, what wouldn't they say? |
before the eyes of anyone everything is still in its place, what an irony |
there is no couple here, each one lives their life |
In this house the routine is who decides for the doa |
and at dinner time there is a topic of conversation, |
everything and nothing, how can you rescue the dead |
how is he saved, if he is on the way to separation |
and in bed, to punish my lack of attention, you turn your back on me |
as if it were the solution |
the time we spend where we stay and the happiness |
that I live here, who would say |
if these walls could talk |
If these walls could talk |
if these walls thought |
They would not understand, because after having loved each other even in the last corner, |
today they don't even look at each other |
there is no couple here, each one lives their life |
in this house the routine is who decides for both of us |
and at dinner time there is a topic of conversation |
Everything and nothing |
how can love be rescued, how can it be saved, if it is on the way to separation |
and in bed to punish my lack of attention, you turn your back on me, |
as if it were the solution |
and the time we spent where we stayed and the happiness that was lived here |
who would say, if these walls could talk |
everything and nothing like love can be rescued |
how is he saved, if he is on the way to separation |
and in bed, for punishing my lack of attention |
you turn your back on me, as if it were the solution |
the time we spend where I stay |
and the happiness that was lived here |
who would say, if these walls could talk |
ohh nooo ohhhh noooo |