Leiva — Vis A Vis song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vis A Vis" by Leiva.
Lyrics
Que bonito mirar
la sombra que hacen las rejas
mientras meto las orejas
en el centro de tu andar.
Si el mundo esta del revés
habrá que buscar cordura,
y una pizca de locura
para saber quererte más.
Ayer te escribí una carta,
hoy te escribo esta canción.
Mañana tenemos cita
le roban tiempo al amor.
Volaremos sin movernos,
y donde haya que firmar
me haré una pequeña herida
con sangre que abarca el ma-a-ar
Para dejar por escrito, que no voy a abandonar.
Y ponerle sangre al grito, de los que aman sin poder amar.
Para dejar por escrito, que no voy a abandonar.
Y ponerle sangre al grito, de los que aman sin poder amar.
Esta voz no hay quien la cálle.
Ni la pared ni el cristal,
Fuera se te hecha de menos,
Anda llorando la libertad.
Y después nos dejaremos,
Si nos queremos dejar,
a ellos nunca les dejamos
sus cadenas son de sal.
De una sal que se deshace
con mas lagrimas de sal,
de tu quejido y el mío
en bis a bis quincenal. x3
Para dejar por escrito, que no voy a abandonar.
Y ponerle sangre al grito, de los que aman sin poder amar.
Para dejar por escrito, que no voy a abandonar.
Y ponerle sangre al grito, de los que aman sin poder amar. x2
Uh uh.
(Gracias a Dafne por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
How nice to look
the shadow that the bars make
while I stick my ears in
in the center of your walk.
If the world is upside down
we must seek sanity,
and a hint of madness
to know how to love you more.
I wrote You a letter yesterday.,
I'm writing you this song today.
Tomorrow we have an appointment
they steal time from Love.
We'll fly without moving,
and where to sign
I'll get a little wound.
with blood covering the ma-a-ar
To leave in writing, I will not give up.
And put blood to the cry of those who love without being able to love.
To leave in writing, I will not give up.
And put blood to the cry of those who love without being able to love.
There's no one to shut up about this voice.
Neither the wall nor the glass,
Outside she misses you,
He's crying for freedom.
And then we'll break up,
If we want to leave,
we never let them
its chains are salt.
From a salt that falls apart
with more salt tears,
your complaint and mine
biweekly biweekly. x3
To leave in writing, I will not give up.
And put blood to the cry of those who love without being able to love.
To leave in writing, I will not give up.
And put blood to the cry of those who love without being able to love. x2
Uh uh.
(Thanks to Dafne for this letter)