Текст и перевод песни Alejandro Sanz - Quisiera Ser

Quisiera Ser

Cha-chara-uh-chera, no
Tatara-tatara (uh-ah-ah)
Tandara-tundere-rarara
Tuturu-tutura-ah-ah

Quisiera ser el dueño
Del pacto de tu boca
Quisiera ser el verbo al que no invitas
A a la fiesta de tu voz (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh) ay, ay, ay, ay

¿Te has preguntado alguna vez?, di la verdad
Si siente el viento debajo de tu ropa
Cuando te bañas en el mar desnuda
Y te acaricia el cuerpo en la fiesta de tu piel

Se sentirá la sal, las olas
Sentirá la arena
Me da pena (yeah, yeah)

Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría en la fiesta de tu piel

Son de esos besos que ni frío ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca
También los quiero yo

Tutara-tute-tara-tara
Tuturu-tuturu-eh-eh

Quisiera ser sincero
Apuesto a que te pierdo, uh-uh-uh
En esta frase solo pido tu perdón
Porque no escribo algo mejor (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Ay yo no sé

Te has preguntado alguna vez
Por preguntar, ¿Qué es lo que quiero?
¿Por qué motivo he dibujado el aire
Que jugaba a ser silencio?
Si en realidad te entiendo o solo nos queremos
Y si a la noche como a mí le duele tanto desear de lejos

Se sentirá la sal, las olas
Sentirá la arena
Me da pena (yeah, ah-ah)

Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría en la fiesta de tu piel (yeah yeah)

Son esos besos que ni frío ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca
También los quiero yo, no
No, no, no

Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría en la fiesta de tu piel (tu piel)

Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Si quieres ser el aire
Yo te invito niña a mi camisa, a mi camisa
De tu alegría (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Y la fiesta de tu piel
No, no, no

Quisiera ser al aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirías
Y el jardín de tu alegría (quisiera ser) en la fiesta de tu piel

Quisiera ser al aire (oh-oh) que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Si quieres ser el aire yo te invito niña a mi camisa, a mi camisa
De tu alegría y la fiesta de tu piel (quisiera ser)

Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte

I Would Like To Be

Cha-chara-uh-chera, no
Tatara-tatara (uh-ah-ah)
Tandara-tundere-rarara
Tuturu-tutura-ah-ah

I would like to be the owner
Of the pact of your mouth
I would like to be the verb you don't invite
To the party of your voice (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh) oh, oh, oh, oh

Have you ever wondered, tell the truth
If the wind feels itself beneath your clothes
When you bathe naked in the sea
And it caresses your body at the party of your skin

It must feel the salt, the waves
It must feel the sand
It makes me sad (yeah, yeah)

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin

They are those kisses that are neither cold nor hot
But if they are from your mouth
I want them too

Tutara-tute-tara-tara
Tuturu-tuturu-eh-eh

I would like to be sincere
I bet I lose you, uh-uh-uh
In this phrase I only ask for your forgiveness
Because I don't write something better (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Oh, I don't know

Have you ever wondered
Just to ask, what do I want?
For what reason have I drawn the air
That played at being silent?
If I really understand you or we just love each other
And if the night, like me, hurts so much to desire from afar

It must feel the salt, the waves
It must feel the sand
It makes me sad (yeah, ah-ah)

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin (yeah yeah)

They are those kisses that are neither cold nor hot
But if they are from your mouth
I want them too, no
No, no, no

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy at the party of your skin (your skin)

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
If you want to be the air
I invite you girl to my shirt, to my shirt
Of your joy (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
And the party of your skin
No, no, no

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
I would like to be the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy (I would like to be) at the party of your skin

I would like to be the air (oh-oh) that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting your wounds
I would like to be the blood you encompass with your life
If you want to be the air, I invite you girl to my shirt, to my shirt
Of your joy and the party of your skin (I would like to be)

I would like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I would like to be the salt to sting you