Paroles et traduction Jere - A Media Voz

A Media Voz

Una historia que contar
Una carta que escribir.
Algo que se llevará el aire
Que me huele a ti.
Sueños para recordar
Que se pierden al vivir,
Cambiaré mi realidad.
Si no hay nada que decir,
Yo tengo mucho que contar,
Nadie preguntó por mí,
Cuando quise ir a la mar

Sé que desperté en abril,
A pesar del temporal,
Hoy me he "acordao" de ti.

Que a media voz se va,
A media voz se queda,
Mirando siempre al mar,
Mientras el agua le peina.

Y a media voz se va,
A media voz se queda,
Mirando siempre al mar,
Despeina su melena.

Despeina su melena...

No quiero mirar atrás,
Que me duele la cabeza,
Le deje paga y señal
Al diablo que me espera.

No se por dónde andará,
Pero traigo sus cadenas,
Muy lejos no debe andar.

Que a media voz se va,
A media voz se queda,
Mirando siempre al mar,
Esperando a que vuelva.

No sabes si se va,
Yo sé que no se queda,
Tu estás mirando al mar
Esperando a que vuelva.

Que a media voz se va,
A media voz se queda,
Mirando siempre al mar,
Esperando a que vuelva.

No sabes si se va,
Yo sé que no se queda,
Sigue mirando al mar,
Y es que nunca llega.

Y acostúmbrate
A echarme tú de menos frente a la pared,
Donde guardas recuerdos cuando no me ve,
Yo te esperaré.

Y acostúmbrate
A echarme tu de menos como yo lo haré,
Cada vez que te miro siempre cogeré y te esperaré.

Aaah, aaah, yo te esperaré...
Aaah, aaah, yo te esperaré...

Softly Spoken

A story to tell
A letter to write.
Something that the wind will carry
That smells like you.
Dreams to remember
That are lost in living,
I will change my reality
If there is nothing to say,
I have much to say,
No one asked about me,
When I wanted to go to sea

I know that I woke up in April,
Despite the storm,
Today I "remembered" you.

That softly spoken goes away,
Softly spoken stays,
Always looking at the sea,
While the water combs its hair.

And softly spoken goes away,
Softly spoken stays,
Always looking at the sea,
It uncombs its hair.

It uncombs its hair...

I don't want to look back,
My head hurts,
I left a down payment
To the devil who is waiting for me.

I don't know where he might be,
But I bring his chains,
He can't be very far away.

That softly spoken goes away,
Softly spoken stays,
Always looking at the sea,
Waiting for him to return.

You don't know if he's leaving,
I know that he's not staying,
You're looking at the sea
Waiting for him to return.

That softly spoken goes away,
Softly spoken stays,
Always looking at the sea,
Waiting for him to return.

You don't know if he's leaving,
I know that he's not staying,
Keep looking at the sea,
And he never arrives.

And get used to
Missing me in front of the wall,
Where you keep memories when he doesn't see me,
I'll be waiting for you.

And get used to
Missing me like I will,
Every time I look at you I will always grab and wait for you.

Aaah, aaah, I'll be waiting for you...
Aaah, aaah, I'll be waiting for you...