Paroles et traduction Cantores de Híspalis - Quien iba a imaginarlo

Quien iba a imaginarlo

Amiga mía, quien iba a imaginarnos amandonos sin descanso, como el deseo constante de querernos cada segundo de un reloj que no ande. Porque paró sus manillas para vernos morir. Para vernos morir de amor. De placentero y delicioso amor. De amor.
Quien iba a imaginar que el mundo
Parara de repente
Quien iba a imaginar que tu belleza
Cupiera entre mis brazos
Y tus labios me hicieran tu esclavo.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que me abrazaras
Como si fuera un fuego
Y tus llamas quemando mi cuerpo.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que me entregaras
Tu desnudez total junto a la mía.
Amor, placer y amor, quien lo diría.
Tu para mí. Yo para ti. Así es la vida.
Quien iba a imaginar que la noche
Cantara mis amores.
Quien iba a imaginar que con un beso
Me dieras hasta el alma,
Naufragando entre sabanas blancas.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que tu me quieras
Como yo a ti te quiero
Y sin verte me agobio y me muero.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que me entregaras
Tu desnudez total junto a la mía.
Amor, placer y amor, quien lo diría.
Tu para mí. Yo para ti. Así es la vida.
Quien iba a imaginar que el cielo
Gritara libertades.
Quien iba a imaginar que no hay momento
Que sueñe en tu sonrisa
Y en tus dulces y tiernas caricias.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que tu bailaras
Encima de mi pecho
Y embriagada de amor en mi lecho.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que me entregaras
Tu desnudez total junto a la mía.
Amor, placer y amor, quien lo diría.
Tu para mí. Yo para ti. Así es la vida.
Quien iba a imaginar la primavera
Jugando a ser esquina.
Quien iba a imaginar que nos clavaran
Las flechas de cupido.
Corazones sangrantes y heridos.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que tu serías
La reina de las flores
En mis campos cuajados de amores.
Quien iba a imaginarlo.
Quien iba a imaginar que me entregaras
Tu desnudez total junto a la mía.
Amor, placer y amor, quien lo diría.
Tu para mí. Yo para ti. Así es la vida.
Nadie. Nadie iba a imaginarlo. Ni siquiera tu y yo, mi amor. La fuente donde te bebo. Planeta de caricias y de juergas. Tus labios. Tus dedos. Tu fuego. Nuestro fuego, amor. Nuestro fuego.
Je t′aime, I love you, ti amo, te quiero mi amor...

Who Would Have Imagined

My love, who would have imagined us loving each other relentlessly, like a constant desire to cherish each second of a clock that doesn't tick. Because its hands stopped to watch us die. To watch us die of love. Of pleasurable and delightful love. Of love.
Who would have imagined the world
Suddenly stopping
Who would have imagined your beauty
Fitting perfectly in my arms
And your lips making me your slave.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you embracing me
As if I were a fire
And your flames burning my body.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you surrendering to me
Your complete nakedness next to mine.
Love, pleasure, and love, who would have thought.
You for me. Me for you. That's life.
Who would have imagined the night
Singing of my love.
Who would have imagined that with a kiss
You would give me even your soul,
Shipwrecked between white sheets.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you loving me
Like I love you
And without seeing you I suffocate and die.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you surrendering to me
Your complete nakedness next to mine.
Love, pleasure, and love, who would have thought.
You for me. Me for you. That's life.
Who would have imagined the sky
Shouting freedoms.
Who would have imagined that there's no moment
That I don't dream of your smile
And your sweet and tender caresses.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you dancing
On top of my chest
And drunk with love in my bed.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you surrendering to me
Your complete nakedness next to mine.
Love, pleasure, and love, who would have thought.
You for me. Me for you. That's life.
Who would have imagined spring
Playing at being a corner.
Who would have imagined Cupid's arrows
Piercing us.
Bleeding and wounded hearts.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you being
The queen of flowers
In my fields overflowing with love.
Who would have imagined it.
Who would have imagined you surrendering to me
Your complete nakedness next to mine.
Love, pleasure, and love, who would have thought.
You for me. Me for you. That's life.
Nobody. Nobody would have imagined it. Not even you and I, my love. The fountain where I drink from you. Planet of caresses and revelry. Your lips. Your fingers. Your fire. Our fire, my love. Our fire.
Je t′aime, I love you, ti amo, te quiero mi amor...