Paroles et traduction Rozalén - Mis Palabras

Mis Palabras

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Rara-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Rara-ra-ra, rara-ra-ra
Rara-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra

Mis palabras, mis palabras
A muchos no les dicen nada
Mis palabras, mis palabras
Hay a muchos que no les dicen nada

Esas mismas, esas mismas
A otros cura la herida
Esas mismas, esas mismas
A otros cura la herida

Y yo me quedo con la caricia
Que le provoca al cantor
Sentir el aire que cicatriza
Las cuerdas de su voz

Me quedo con la caricia
Que le provoca al cantor
Sentir el aire que cicatriza
Las cuerdas de su voz

Sentir el aire que cicatriza
Las cuerdas de su voz

My Words

Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra

My words, my words,
They're nothing to most,
My words, my words,
They're nothing to most,

Those same words, those same words,
They heal the wounds of some,
Those same words, those same words,
They heal the wounds of some,

And I'm left with the caress
That they bring to the singer
To feel the air that heals
The chords of his voice,

I'm left with that care
That they bring to the singer
To feel the air that heals
The chords of his voice,

To feel the air that heals
The chords of his voice