Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El confin, artist - Tiziano Ferro. Album song Rojo Relativo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Carosello, NISA
Song language: Spanish
El confin(original) |
їSabes qu©?, |
ya lo s©, pasas ya… |
no lo comprendo ahora te lo confieso. |
Que absurdo es, |
te busco mientras |
dos mil «porqu (c)s» |
me giran entorno, |
me hablan y yo no los siento, |
o puede que est© sordo, eh… |
Y miro… |
їpor qu© no puedo verte?, |
si sіlo pudiera tenerte aqu |
pero no te llorar© eternamente… |
me muero aqu, por ti. |
El confn entre mis sentimientos estЎ tan sutil |
que ya no acierto encontrar razones, |
y no comprendo si… |
te odio o sigo enamorado de ti. |
El confn entre mis sentimientos estЎ tan sutil |
que ya no s© cuando entras o sales, |
y no comprendo si… |
te odio o sigo enamorado de ti. |
Ya lo s©, es as |
y as me duele, |
hieres, escapas, y luego |
regresas de nuevo. |
Tє como te diviertes. |
yo, que en el fondo |
un poco s te creo |
y si intentaras tratarme as |
como tє tratas la idea de m. |
Yo quiero respeto, |
es mi derecho. |
El confn… etc… |
Haces, deshaces, ese es tu misterio, |
y yo que observo como alelado, |
Antes… raptado, atado y torturado, |
hoy… huido, confuso, reilusionado. |
El confn… etc… |
(translation) |
You know what? |
I already know, you pass already… |
I don't understand it now I confess it to you. |
How absurd it is |
I look for you while |
two thousand "why (c)s" |
they turn me around, |
They talk to me and I don't feel them |
or maybe he's deaf, huh... |
And looked… |
Why can't I see you? |
if only i could have you here |
but I won't cry for you forever... |
I die here, for you. |
The border between my feelings is so subtle |
that I no longer manage to find reasons, |
and I don't understand if... |
I hate you or I'm still in love with you. |
The border between my feelings is so subtle |
that I no longer know when you enter or leave, |
and I don't understand if... |
I hate you or I'm still in love with you. |
I already know, it's like that |
and so it hurts me, |
you wound, escape, and then |
you come back again. |
You how you have fun. |
I, who deep down |
a little yes i believe you |
and if you tried to treat me like that |
how you treat the idea of me. |
I want respect |
It's my right. |
The confn… etc… |
You do, you undo, that's your mystery, |
and I who observe as if stunned, |
Before... kidnapped, bound and tortured, |
today… fled, confused, reillusioned. |
The confn… etc… |