Текст и перевод песни Pastora Soler - La mala costumbre - Directo 2018

La mala costumbre - Directo 2018

Tenemos la mala costumbre de querer a medias,
No mostrar lo que sentimos a los que estan cerca
Tenemos la mala costumbre de echar en falta lo que amamos,
Sólo cuando lo perdemos es cuando añoramos.
Tenemos la mala costumbre de perder el tiempo,
Buscando tantas metas falsas, tantos falsos sueños,
Tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
Y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.

Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
Hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
Cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
Escúchame antes que sea tarde, antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
Hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
Cuanto sentimos, cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
Escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.

Tenemos la mala costumbre de buscar excusas,
Para no desnudar el alma y no asumir las culpas
Tenemos la mala costumbre de no apreciar lo que en verdad importa,
Y sólo entonces te das cuenta de cuántas cosas hay que sobran.

Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
Hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
Cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
Escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Hoy te daría los besos que yo por rutina a veces no te di,
Hoy te daría palabras de amor y las caricias que perdí,
Cuanto sentimos cuanto no decimos y a golpes pides salir,
Escúchame antes que sea tarde antes que el tiempo me aparte de ti.
Tenéis la mala costumbre.

The Bad Habit - Live 2018

We have the bad habit of loving in half,
Not to show what we feel to those who are near
We have the bad habit of missing what we love,
Only when we lose it, we yearn.
We have the bad habit of wasting time,
Looking for so many false goals, so many false dreams,
We have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
And only then do you realize how many things there are that are left over.

Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes did not give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
How much we feel, how much we do not say and you ask to come out with blows,
Listen to me before it's too late, before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes did not give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
How much we feel, how much we do not say and you ask to come out with blows,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.

We have the bad habit of making excuses,
For not baring our souls and not assuming the blame
We have the bad habit of not appreciating what really matters,
And only then do you realize how many things there are that are left over.

Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes did not give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
How much we feel, how much we do not say and you ask to come out with blows,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
Today I would give you the kisses that I sometimes did not give you out of routine,
Today I would give you words of love and the caresses that I lost,
How much we feel, how much we do not say and you ask to come out with blows,
Listen to me before it's too late before time separates me from you.
You have the bad habit.