Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aire, artist - Yuri. Album song Inusual, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 21.06.2010
Record label: Warner Music Mexico
Song language: Spanish
Aire(original) |
Aire, en esta lenta tarde de verano |
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris |
Que las horas van difuminando |
Que dificil dibujar tus rasgos |
Medio dia despues de partir |
Aire, si tus hojos eran igos negros |
Si los dientes gajos de limon |
No recuerdo el arco de tus cejas |
Nisiquiera puedo hablar apenas |
De otra cosa q no sea olor |
Lamente cuando baja la marea |
Por puro instinto de conservacion |
Intenca cauterisar cada huella |
Que deja atras el paso del amor |
Lamente cuando baja la marea |
Monstrando la estructura del dolor |
Activo mecanismo de defensa |
Para q no se ahoge el corazon |
Bello, con tu perfecto perfil tan eveo |
Desalineado lleno de prollectos |
Hombros cargados y zapatos viejos |
Lamente cuando baja la marea |
Por puro instinto de conservacion |
Intenca cauterisar cada huella |
Que deja atras el paso del amor |
Lamente cuando baja la marea |
Monstrando la estructura del dolor |
Activo mecanismo de defensa |
Para q no se ahoge el corazon |
Bello, con tu perfecto perfil tan eveo |
Desalineado lleno de prollectos |
Hombros cargados y zapatos viejos |
Lamente… |
Aire … me falta el aire |
En esta lenta tarde de verano … no lo grode escribirte |
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris… |
Apenas perfilada … que las horas van difuminando |
Oo noo |
Aire… intento dibujar |
Tus rasgos veo casi ya no puedo… por mucho que lo intento |
Que dificil es reconocer… con todo lo que e amado |
Que no me as dejado penos huella |
Aire, ahora cuando baja la marea |
Y el naufragio ya es total |
!que pena¡ |
(translation) |
Air, on this slow summer afternoon |
Your memory is a gray photo |
That the hours are blurring |
How difficult to draw your features |
Half a day after leaving |
Air, if your eyes were black igos |
If the lemon wedges |
I don't remember the arch of your eyebrows |
I can't even speak hardly |
Of something other than smell |
Regret when the tide goes out |
By pure instinct of conservation |
Try to cauterize every trace |
That leaves behind the path of love |
Regret when the tide goes out |
Showing the structure of pain |
active defense mechanism |
So that the heart does not drown |
Beautiful, with your perfect profile so eveo |
misaligned full of prollects |
loaded shoulders and old shoes |
Regret when the tide goes out |
By pure instinct of conservation |
Try to cauterize every trace |
That leaves behind the path of love |
Regret when the tide goes out |
Showing the structure of pain |
active defense mechanism |
So that the heart does not drown |
Beautiful, with your perfect profile so eveo |
misaligned full of prollects |
loaded shoulders and old shoes |
The mind… |
Air … I lack the air |
On this slow summer afternoon… I can't write to you |
Your memory is a gray photo... |
Barely outlined ... that the hours are blurring |
oo noo |
Air… I try to draw |
I almost can't see your features anymore... as much as I try |
How difficult it is to recognize... with all that I have loved |
That you have not left me a trace |
Air, now when the tide goes out |
And the shipwreck is already total |
!what a pity |