Текст и перевод песни Andrés Obregón - Tal Vez Me Leas

Tal Vez Me Leas

Tal vez una mañana el olor a café
Y tal vez una noche en el sabor del vino
Quizá en una guitarra no sé si en tus pies
Tal vez entre tus manos me quedé ahí escrito
Y sabes tal vez me leas

Tal vez en esas flores que te regale
No sé si las tiraste o siguen en su sitio
Quizás en un detalle que no tuvo él
Tal vez en las películas que tu y yo vimos
Sabes tal vez me leas

Porque en las líneas de nuestra historia quedaron huecos
De las palabras que se mudaron a los recuerdos
Que se la pasan viajando a cada cosa que veo

Y entre las páginas que quedaron ahí esperando
Voy escribiendo canciones para que tu las leas
Por si te acuerdas de mi
Y quieres saber que siento
También te leo

Tal vez en la chamarra que tu te quedaste
Tal vez en esos tenis que me regalaste
En todas las palabras y también los gestos
Tal vez en un catorceucho de febrero
Escrito con detalles
Grabado con defectos

Tal vez en esas cosas que no te gustaban
Y en esas discusiones que también extrañas
Tal vez cuando pensamos que aún hay un futuro
Tal vez cuando soñamos que seguimos juntos
Sabes siempre te leo

Porque en las líneas de nuestra historia quedaron huecos
De las palabras que se mudaron a los recuerdos
Que se la pasan viajando a cada cosa que veo

Y entre las páginas que quedaron ahí esperando
Voy escribiendo canciones para que tú las leas
Por si te acuerdas de mi
Y quieres saber que siento

Voltea a las líneas de nuestra historia y veras que muero
Tratando de tocar con mis manos esos recuerdo
Sí, así me paso las horas, leyendo cada momento
Que hoy ya no tengo

Perhaps You'll Read Me

Perhaps one morning in the scent of coffee
And perhaps one night in the taste of wine
Maybe in a guitar, I don't know, perhaps in your steps
Perhaps in your hands, I stayed there written
And you know, perhaps you'll read me

Perhaps in those flowers that I gave you
I don't know if you threw them away or are they still there
Maybe in a gesture that he didn't have
Perhaps in the movies that you and I watched
You know, perhaps you'll read me

Because in the lines of our story there were gaps
From the words that moved to memories
That travel to every single thing I see

And between the pages that were left there waiting
I'm writing songs so you can read them
In case you remember me
And if you want to know what I feel
I also read you

Perhaps in the jacket you kept
Perhaps in those sneakers that you gifted me
In all the words and also the gestures
Perhaps in a Valentine's Day
Written with details
Engraved with flaws

Perhaps in those things you didn't like
And in those arguments that you also miss
Perhaps when we thought there was still a future
Perhaps when we dreamed that we were still together
You know, I always read you

Because in the lines of our story there were gaps
From the words that moved to memories
That travel to every single thing I see

And between the pages that were left there waiting
I'm writing songs so you can read them
In case you remember me
And if you want to know what I feel

Look at the lines of our story and you'll see that I'm dying
Trying to touch those memories with my hands
Yes, that's how I spend my hours, reading each moment
That I don't have today