Guardami - DrefQuila traduction en anglais

Guardami

Te veo llegar al salón bien arreglada,
y me suelen sudar las manos con tu llegada,
solo me quieres mirar, pero cuando te quiero hablar,
sacas tu polo norte y volvemos a las miradas.
Espero encontrar tu sonrisa
y poder conocer los sentimientos misteriosos,
que guarda quizás un abrazo de oso, y yo perezoso,
mirando de lejos tu mirada profunda como el final de un pozo,
pensarte sin conocerte demente raro y hermoso.
Sé que solo eres un placer visual,
que ya le perteneces a alguien (que mal),
desear en secreto no lo recomiendo a nadie,
me pones inquieto cuando de reojo me miras igual que ayer.
Ya no me extraña mirarte, si solo pudiera besarte,
tú podrías darte, cuenta que solo es un arte,
soy una hoja tú eres mi viento, de ti depende el movimiento,
que hagas en cualquier momento,
si tú te mueves sígueme y vamos al centro.
Ya no puede ser que,
te mire siempre,
y me quede en silencio,
contemplando tu viento.
Ya no puede ser que,
te mire siempre,
y me quede en silencio,
contemplando tu viento.
Besarte en un lapsus de tiempo bien largo para mí
creo que ya no es na' suficiente,
mirarte de cerca es más eficiente llevo una palabra en mente,
que dice porfa detente (detente),
voy caminando en esta vereda y tu caminando en la vereda de al frente.
No quiero alejarme sigo con histeria,
controlar el tiempo el día que se transforme en materia,
para hablarte no me faltan ganas,
en que me hagas reojos no ganas,
mírame mírame ya no importa nada.
Al frente de mí cuando pasa tu ser,
siento todo de ti deberías volver,
a pasar por aquí para poderte ver,
y poderte decir que bonita mujer,
dime si quieres ir hasta el amanecer,
yo te puedo escribir canciones en tu piel,
para sobrevivir con tus besos de miel,
tan solo fluir yo te quiero tener.
Ya no puede ser que,
te mire siempre,
y me quede en silencio,
contemplando tu viento.
Ya no puede ser que,
te mire siempre,
y me quede en silencio,
contemplando tu viento.

Look at Me

I see you arrive at the hall, looking your best,
and my hands tend to sweat with your arrival,
you only want to look at me, but when I want to talk to you,
you pull out your north pole and we go back to glances.
I hope to find your smile
and be able to know the mysterious feelings,
that perhaps a bear hug keeps, and I, lazy,
looking from afar at your gaze as deep as the end of a well,
thinking of you without knowing you, insane, strange, and beautiful.
I know you're just a visual pleasure,
that you already belong to someone (too bad),
secretly desiring, I don't recommend it to anyone,
you make me restless when you look at me out of the corner of your eye just like yesterday.
It no longer surprises me to look at you, if only I could kiss you,
you could give yourself, realize it's just an art,
I am a leaf, you are my wind, the movement depends on you,
that you make at any moment,
if you move follow me and let's go to the center.
It can't be that,
I always look at you,
and I remain silent,
contemplating your wind.
It can't be that,
I always look at you,
and I remain silent,
contemplating your wind.
Kissing you in a very long lapse of time for me,
I think it's no longer enough,
looking at you up close is more efficient, I have a word in mind,
that says please stop (stop),
I'm walking on this sidewalk and you're walking on the sidewalk across the street.
I don't want to go away, I continue with hysteria,
control the time the day it transforms into matter,
to talk to you I don't lack desire,
in you making eyes at me, I don't win,
look at me, look at me, nothing matters anymore.
In front of me when your being passes,
I feel everything from you, you should come back,
to pass by here to be able to see you,
and to be able to tell you what a beautiful woman,
tell me if you want to go until dawn,
I can write you songs on your skin,
to survive with your honey kisses,
just flow, I want to have you.
It can't be that,
I always look at you,
and I remain silent,
contemplating your wind.
It can't be that,
I always look at you,
and I remain silent,
contemplating your wind.