Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Primavera nunca fué, artist - Tiziano Ferro. Album song Rojo Relativo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Record label: Carosello, NISA
Song language: Spanish
Primavera nunca fué(original) |
Me excuso, me disculpo |
Luego acuso el golpe y uso |
Irona en mis palabras |
Lo lamento te he fallado y basta |
Hoy para m es fiesta grande |
Me tomo sonriente la victoria |
Y entretanto quise desnudarte |
Se siente dices sonriente |
Se siente y tu boca miente |
Se siente se siente se |
Siente lengua de serpiente |
Se siente hablas entre dientes |
La historia nuestra en como una ventana en primavera |
Que se abre fcilmente y que se queda siempre abierta |
Aspirando los perfumes de un verano que se espera |
Llegar, pero no llega, y el pensamiento vuela |
Y la atencin recae slo sobre cosas bellas |
El prado iluminado, las blancas margaritas |
Mas luego cae la nieve y primavera nunca fue |
Mas luego cae la nieve y primavera nunca fue |
Me acuso, soy un burro |
Yo no abuso nunca de tu calma |
Slo he sido brusco, no un obtuso |
Que gran diferencia |
Ha sido una de entre tantas |
Historias que terminan |
Paciencia, quin se siente un gusano verde |
Se siente dices sonriente |
Se siente y tu boca miente |
Se siente se siente se siente lengua de serpiente |
Se siente hablas entre dientes |
La historia nuestra |
Los brazos apretados contra el pecho en gesto duro |
Esa expresin, los morros tpicos |
Que nunca perders |
Y frente a un capuccino tus labios con espuma |
Yo vagamente ertico a ti te mirar |
Saboreando el gesto indiscutible que has perdido |
Dulce y tan ingenuo, como mis mordiscos |
Y cunto error acumulado y yo sin comprenderlo |
Que para darte gusto hay que saber paladearlo |
Lento, suavemente |
Con cabeza, levemente |
Comenzando desde cero |
Disfrutando hasta irse |
La historia nuestra |
La historia nuestra |
(translation) |
I apologize, I apologize |
Then I accuse the blow and use |
Iron in my words |
I'm sorry I failed you and that's enough |
Today for me is a big party |
I take victory smiling |
And meanwhile I wanted to undress you |
It feels you say smiling |
It feels and your mouth lies |
it feels it feels it |
feel snake tongue |
It feels like you mumble |
Our story in like a window in spring |
That opens easily and always stays open |
Inhaling the perfumes of a summer that is expected |
To arrive, but it does not arrive, and the thought flies |
And attention falls only on beautiful things |
The illuminated meadow, the white daisies |
But then the snow falls and spring never was |
But then the snow falls and spring never was |
I accuse myself, I'm a donkey |
I never abuse your calm |
I have only been abrupt, not an obtuse |
What a big difference |
It has been one of many |
stories that end |
Patience, who feels like a green worm |
It feels you say smiling |
It feels and your mouth lies |
It feels, it feels, it feels like a snake's tongue |
It feels like you mumble |
our story |
Arms pressed against the chest in a hard gesture |
That expression, the typical snouts |
that you will never lose |
And in front of a cappuccino your lips with foam |
I vaguely erotic look at you |
Savoring the indisputable gesture that you have lost |
Sweet and so naive, like my bites |
And how much accumulated error and I without understanding it |
That to please you you have to know how to savor it |
slowly, gently |
With head, slightly |
starting from scratch |
enjoying until leaving |
our story |
our story |