Текст и перевод песни Miguel Saez - Si Me Lo Pidieras

Si Me Lo Pidieras

Mírame vengo a contarte que alguien se muere por ti
Es la historia de un cobarde que argumenta un sin vivir,
él se sorprendio entre copas reclamándole a algun dios
Que acabara con su miedo para abrir su corazon.
Mientras tanto imaginaba que a su lao estabas alli
Y otra copa alimentaba el valor para decir
Los secretos que guardaba y que a nadie confió
Y al dejar desnuda el alma entre sueños confesó...
Que si tú se lo pidieras pintaría la primavera,
En un frio de agua invierno pa que flores recogieras
Y una rosa sin espinas pa' prendertela en el pelo,
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo.(2)
Recobró cordura al alba, el sentido en su vivir,
Un vacío le embargaba condenándole a sufrir
No se cuando pero entonces algo en él se despertó
Y hoy necesito contarte que aquel cobarde era yo...
Que si tú se lo pidieras pintaría la primavera,
En un frio de agua invierno pa' que flores recogieras
Y una rosa sin espinas pa' prendértela en el pelo
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo. (2)
Que si tú se lo pidieras pintaría la primavera
En un frio de agua invierno pa' que flores recogieras
Y una rosa sin espinas pa' prendértela en el pelo,
Por un beso de esos labios con sabor a caramelo. (2)

If You Asked Me

Look at me, I've come to tell you that someone is dying for you
This is the story of a coward who claims he cannot live,
He surprised himself among drinks, demanding of some god
That he take away his fear so that he can open his heart.
Meanwhile, he imagined that you were there by his side
And another drink fueled his courage to say
The secrets that he kept and confided in no one
And as he laid his soul bare, he confessed in his dreams...
That if you asked him, he would paint spring flowers,
In the cold of a winter downpour, so you could gather them.
And a rose without thorns to put in your hair,
For a kiss from those lips that taste like candy. (2)
He regained his senses at dawn, his purpose in life,
An emptiness filled him, condemning him to suffer
I don't know when, but something inside him awoke
And today I need to tell you that that coward was me...
That if you asked me, I would paint spring flowers,
In the cold of a winter downpour, so you could gather them
And a rose without thorns to put in your hair
For a kiss from those lips that taste like candy. (2)
That if you asked me, I would paint spring flowers
In the cold of a winter downpour, so you could gather them
And a rose without thorns to put in your hair,
For a kiss from those lips that taste like candy. (2)