Paroles et traduction Alejandro Sanz feat. Juanes - Quisiera Ser (En Directo En El Estadio Vicente Calderón / 2017)

Quisiera Ser (En Directo En El Estadio Vicente Calderón / 2017)

Quisiera ser el dueño,
del pacto de tu boca
quisiera ser el verbo al
que no invitas
a la fiesta de tu voz
te has preguntado alguna
vez, di la verdad,
si siente el viento
debajo de tu ropa
cuando te bañas en el mar desnuda
quien te acaricia el cuerpo
en la fiesta de tu piel
se sentirán la sal, las olas, sentirá la arena,
me da pena.
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías,
el jardín de tu alegría de la fiesta de tu piel.
Son de esos besos que ni frío, ni calor...; pero
sí son de tu boca
también los quiero yo.
quisiera ser sincero, apuesto
a que te pierdo
en esta frase sólo pido tu perdón
por qué no escribo algo mejor.
ay yo no sé.
me has preguntado alguna vez, por
preguntar,
que es lo que quiero,
por qué motivo he
dibujado el aire que
jugaba a ser silencio
si en realidad te entiendo
o sólo nos queremos
y si a la noche como a mí le duele,
tanto desear de lejos
se sentirán la sal, las olas, sentirá la arena,
me da pena.
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías,
el jardín de tu alegría de la fiesta de tu piel.
Son de esos besos que ni frío, ni calor...; pero
sí son de tu boca
también los quiero yo.
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías,
el jardín de tu alegría de la fiesta de tu piel.
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
si quieres ser el aire
yo te invito niña a mi camisa, mi camisa
de tu alegría y la fiesta de tu piel
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías,
el jardín de tu alegría y la fiesta de tu piel

I Wish I Were (Live At The Vicente Calderón Stadium / 2017)

I wish I owned
the pact of your mouth
I wish I were the verb that
you don't invite
to the party of your voice
have you ever wondered,
tell the truth,
if the wind feels
beneath your clothes
when you bathe naked in the sea
who caresses your body
at the party of your skin
they will feel the salt, the waves, they will feel the sand,
it pains me.
I wish I were the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I were the salt to sting your wounds
I wish I were the blood you wrap around your life
I wish I were the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy at the party of your skin.
They are those kisses that are neither cold nor warm...; but
they are from your mouth
I also want them.
I wish I were sincere, I bet
I'll lose you
in this sentence I only ask for your forgiveness
why don't I write something better.
oh I don't know.
you have asked me once, to
ask,
what do I want,
why have I
drawn the air that
played at being silent
if in reality I understand you
or we only love each other
and if at night like me it hurts,
to desire from afar
they will feel the salt, the waves, they will feel the sand,
it pains me.
I wish I were the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I were the salt to sting your wounds
I wish I were the blood you wrap around your life
I wish I were the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy at the party of your skin.
They are those kisses that are neither cold nor warm...; but
they are from your mouth
I also want them.
I wish I were the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I were the salt to sting your wounds
I wish I were the blood you wrap around your life
I wish I were the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy at the party of your skin.
I wish I were the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I were the salt to sting your wounds
I wish I were the blood you wrap around your life
if you want to be the air
I invite you girl to my shirt, my shirt
of your joy and the party of your skin
I wish I were the air that escapes from your laughter
I wish I were the salt to sting your wounds
I wish I were the blood you wrap around your life
I wish I were the dream you would never share,
the garden of your joy and the party of your skin