Cosas Del Amor
Enrique Iglesias
Cosas Del Amor (Original Version)
Que me importa el Calvario
Si amarte es sufrir
O que juegues con cartas marcadas
Lo que importa es las noches
Pasadas en ti
Aunque a cambio me rompas el alma
Que me importa la vida
De que sirve vivir,
Si me falta tu cuerpo caliente?
Lo que importa es tocarte
Y apagar esta sed
Que tan solo me apaga tu fuente
Que sin ti nada tiene valor, oh no
Y por eso soy tuyo, esclavo y senor
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu eres mi aguila real
Yo soy tu gacela herida
Cosas de tu carne
Cosas de tu piel
Que me arrastran por las olas
Como barco de papel
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu me haces el dolor
Y me curas las heridas
Cosas de tu cuerpo
Cosas de mi voz
Predicando en el desierto
De tu absurdo corazon
Para que quiero aire
Si respiro de ti?
Para que quiero luz
Ni ventanas?
Si me basta sentirte
Amarrada a mi piel
Y saber que a tu modo me amas
Que me importa esperarte
Una y mil veces mas
Si al final tu me inundas el tiempo
Lo que importa es mirarte
En silencio y saber
Que tal vez sin tenerte
Te tengo
Que sin ti nada tiene valor, oh no
Y por eso soy tuyo, esclavo y senor
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu eres mi aguila real
Yo soy tu gacela herida
Cosas de tu carne
Cosas de tu piel
Que me arrastran por las olas
Como barco de papel
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu me haces el dolor
Y me curas las heridas
Cosas de tu cuerpo
Cosas de mi voz
Predicando en el desierto
De tu absurdo corazon
Cosas del amor
Cosas de la vida
Tu eres mi aguila real
Yo soy tu gacela herida
Cosas de tu carne
Cosas de tu piel
Que me arrastran por las olas
Como barco de papel...
Things of Love
What does the Calvary matter
If to love you is to suffer
Or that you play with marked cards
What matters are the nights
Spent in you
Even if in return they tear my soul
What do I care about life?
What's the point of living
If I don't have your hot body?
What matters is to touch you
And to quench this thirst,
That only your fountain quenches for me
Without you nothing has value, oh no
And for that I'm yours, slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drag me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain
And you heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Why would I want air
If I breath of you?
Why would I want light
Or windows?
If to feel you on my skin
Is enough
And to know that you love me anyway
What does it matter to wait for you
A thousand and one more times
If in the end you eliminate the time
What matters is to see you
In silence and to know
That perhaps without having you
I have you
Without you nothing has value, oh no
And for that I'm yours, slave and gentleman
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drag me through the waves
Like a paper boat
Things of love
Things of life
You cause me pain
And you heal my wounds
Things of your body
Things of my voice
Preaching in the desert
About your absurd heart
Things of love
Things of life
You are my golden eagle
And I'm your injured gazelle
Things of your flesh
Things of your skin
That drag me through the waves
Like a paper boat...
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