Flores - Biagio Antonacci traduction en anglais

Flores

Tócame,
Suavemente como tocas una flor,
Que deja su perfume con su dulce olor,
Que si la cortas todo acabará.

Mójame,
Las gotas se detienen entre pétalos,
Y luego caen al suelo humedeciéndolo,
Si vivo es del amor que tú me das.

Porque yo,
Jamás te cortaré,
Te quiero ver vivir,
Con tu color sutil,
Alucinándome,
Enamorándome de ti.

Porque yo,
Conservo tanto amor
En este corazón,
El mundo no es para
En un jardin o dos,
Que sabes que perfectos no son.

Tócame,
Es primavera y todo es como mágico,
El viento me acaricia suave y cálido,
De pronto, finalmente, brotaré.

Porque yo,
Jamás te cortaré,
Te quiero ver vivir,
Con tu color sutil,
Alucinándome,
Enamorándome de ti.

Porque yo,
Conservo tanto amor
En este corazón,
El mundo no es para
En un jardin o dos,
Que sabes que perfectos no son.

Porque yo,
Jamás te cortaré,
Te quiero ver vivir,
Con tu color sutil,
Alucinándome,
Enamorándome de ti.

Flowers

Touch me,
Softly as you touch a flower,
Which leaves its fragrance with its sweet scent,
Which if you cut, all will end.

Wet me,
The drops pause between the petals,
And then fall to the ground moistening it,
If I'm alive, it's from the love that you give me.

Because I,
Will never cut you,
I want to see you live,
With your subtle color,
Mesmerizing me,
Making me fall in love with you.

Because I,
I keep so much love
In this heart,
The world isn't for
A garden or two,
That you know aren't perfect.

Touch me,
It's spring and everything is like magic,
The wind caresses me gently and warmly,
Suddenly, finally, I'll bloom.

Because I,
Will never cut you,
I want to see you live,
With your subtle color,
Mesmerizing me,
Making me fall in love with you.

Because I,
I keep so much love
In this heart,
The world isn't for
A garden or two,
That you know aren't perfect.

Because I,
Will never cut you,
I want to see you live,
With your subtle color,
Mesmerizing me,
Making me fall in love with you.