A soft love ballad with piano and vocals.lyrics, about heartbreak& hurtful experiences in a relationship,.vocals sound a little like Myriam Hernandez
intimate mood, sophisticated Latin jazz,pretty,sensual, romantic ballad, strings, piano, percussion, female vocals
Why do I want to have you, if it hurts so much that the dream of possessing you becomes a punishment, heart? If the dream I pursue is impossible, why cry? Love, if I wander alone, silent, so sad, thrown into oblivion, why cry? Why do I want to kiss you, if fear tangles around my body and my chest is too much to love you? If I am tired of living in uncertainty, why cry? My love, if I wander alone, silent, so sad, thrown into oblivion, why cry? Urgently go back to the moon, and take your glances from my chest. Oh! Erase yourself from the depths of my mind. Give me back the life that is slipping away and the fear of waking up and not seeing you anymore. Oh! Take away this pain that is killing me, the dream of having you, love, the dream of having you. Urgently go back to the moon and take the glances from my chest. Oh, get rid of me from the depths of my mind. Give me back the life that is slipping away and the fear of waking up and not seeing you anymore. Oh, get rid of this pain that is killing my dream of having you, love, the dream of having you.
¿Por qué quiero tenerte, si duele tanto que se hace castigo
el sueño, corazón, de poseerte?
¿Si es imposible el sueño que persigo, para qué llorar?
¿Amor si vago sola callada tan triste, tirada al olvido, para qué llorar?
¿Por qué quiero besarte si el miedo se me enreda por el cuerpo
y es demasiado el pecho para amarte?
¿Si estoy cansada de vivir lo incierto para qué llorar?
¿Mi amor si vago sola, callada, tan triste, tirada al olvido para qué llorar?
Remóntate a la luna urgentemente, y sácame del pecho tus miradas.
¡Ay!, bórrate del fondo de mi mente. Devuélveme la vida que se escapa
y el miedo a despertar y ya no verte.
¡Ay!, sácame esta pena que me mata, el sueño de tenerte,
amor, el sueño de tenerte.
Remóntate a la luna urgentemente y sácame del pecho las miradas.
¡Ay!, bórrate del fondo de mi mente. Devuélveme la vida que se escapa
y el miedo a despertar y ya no verte.
¡Ay!, sácame esta pena que me mata el sueño de tenerte,
amor, el sueño de tenerte.