Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No matemos el tiempo, artist - Vanesa Martín. Album song Trampas, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 21.09.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
No matemos el tiempo(original) |
| Con este sol |
| Que me devuelve la vida |
| Apenas recuerdo |
| Mis naufragios |
| He de reconocer |
| Alguna caída |
| Que me ayudó |
| A subir más peldaños |
| Todo va cambiando |
| El gobierno y la gente |
| Ciudades de paso |
| Y bocas que mienten |
| Cuando dicen que viven |
| Cuando dicen que sienten |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Que esta noche ha resfrescado |
| Otro año paso ya |
| Y sigo queriéndote tanto |
| Estas manos ya no son |
| Fuertes ni tampoco tersas |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Vuelve a ser mi primavera |
| El llanto de un niño |
| Es intenso y fuerte |
| Como la impaciencia |
| Cuando algo se quiere |
| Así debe ser |
| Si ya no vuelvo |
| Intenso y fuerte |
| Cada momento |
| La sonrisa que aguantas |
| No tendrá más comienzo |
| No te cortes las alas |
| No matemos el tiempo |
| Si a caso algún día |
| Me hago vieja contigo |
| Tendré fotos «pa» ver… |
| Lo bonita que he sido |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Que esta noche ha resfrescado |
| Otro año paso ya |
| Y sigo queriéndote tanto |
| Estas manos ya no son |
| Fuertes ni tampoco tersas |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Vuelve a ser mi primavera |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Que esta noche ha resfrescado |
| Otro año paso ya |
| Y sigo queriéndote tanto |
| Estas manos ya no son |
| Fuertes ni tampoco tersas |
| Amor mío abrígame |
| Vuelve a ser mi primavera |
| (translation) |
| with this sun |
| that gives me life |
| I barely remember |
| my wrecks |
| I have to recognize |
| some fall |
| That helped me |
| To climb more steps |
| everything is changing |
| The government and the people |
| cities of passage |
| and mouths that lie |
| when they say they live |
| When they say they feel |
| my love, cover me |
| That tonight has cooled |
| Another year has passed |
| And I still love you so much |
| These hands are no longer |
| Strong nor smooth |
| my love, cover me |
| It's my spring again |
| The cry of a child |
| It is intense and strong |
| like impatience |
| when something is wanted |
| That's how it should be |
| If I don't come back |
| intense and strong |
| every moment |
| The smile that you hold |
| It will have no more beginning |
| Don't clip your wings |
| Let's not kill time |
| if any day |
| I get old with you |
| I will have photos “to” see… |
| How pretty I've been |
| my love, cover me |
| That tonight has cooled |
| Another year has passed |
| And I still love you so much |
| These hands are no longer |
| Strong nor smooth |
| my love, cover me |
| It's my spring again |
| my love, cover me |
| That tonight has cooled |
| Another year has passed |
| And I still love you so much |
| These hands are no longer |
| Strong nor smooth |
| my love, cover me |
| It's my spring again |