Текст и перевод песни Lissette - Un Poco Mas

Un Poco Mas

Sirenas de barco se enredan al viento
La radio murmura la publicidad
Un beso pequeno se posa en los labios,
La sombra de una caricia

Un hilo de sol se refleja en la cama,
Triste el espejo, quieto el relog,
Plabras secretas, secretas miradas
Y como podre decirte

Que tu eres mas que el dia, mas que el agua mas,
Que la piel, mas que los huesos mas,
Que las piedras, que la hierba mas,
Mas que algo, mas que todo mas,
Mas que suelo, que el pecado mas,
Que el invierno, que el verano mas,
Quela tapia, mas que el patio mas...
Un poco mas...

Una virgencita fosforecente,
Flores de plastico, colcha marron,
Las medias tiradas con gesto indolente
Y el dia que va pasando

La nevera suena en la cocina
Y tu canturreas haciendo el cafe
La larga tristeza de la manana
Y como gritarte amor...

Que tu eres mas que el rio, mas que el lecho mas,
Que el cabello, que las manos mas,
Mas queel llanto, que la risa mas,
Mas que cientos, mas que miles mas,
Que el dinero, mas que el oro mas,
Que la calle, mas que el parque mas,
Quelos meses, que los anos mas,
Un poco mas...

Sirenas de barco jugaban al viento
Y tu eras un poco mas...

Mas... mas que el trigo, mas que el heno mas,
Mas que el aire, masque el sueno mas,
Mas que el perro, mas que el coche mas...

A Little More

Ship sirens get tangled in the wind
The radio murmurs commercials
A little kiss alights on the lips,
The shadow of a caress

A thread of sunlight reflects on the bed,
The mirror sad, the clock still,
Secret words, secret glances
And how can I tell you

That you're more than the day, more than the water more,
Than the skin, more than the bones more,
Than the stones, than the grass more,
More than something, more than everything more,
More than the ground, than the sin more,
Than the winter, than the summer more,
Than the wall, than the patio more...
A little more...

A phosphorescent Virgin Mary,
Plastic flowers, brown quilt,
The stockings thrown with an indolent gesture
And the day that goes by

The refrigerator sounds in the kitchen
And you hum while making coffee
The long sadness of the morning
And how to shout love to you...

That you're more than the river, more than the bed more,
Than the hair, than the hands more,
Than the crying, than the laughter more,
More than hundreds, more than thousands more,
Than the money, than the gold more,
Than the street, than the park more,
Than the months, than the years more,
A little more...

Ship sirens played in the wind
And you were a little more...

More... more than the wheat, more than the hay more,
More than the air, than the dream more,
More than the dog, more than the car more...