Leonardo Favio — Quiero Aprender De Memoria song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quiero Aprender De Memoria" by Leonardo Favio.

Lyrics

Quiero aprender de memoria
con mi boca tu cuerpo,
muchacha de abril
y recorrer tus entrañas
en busca del hijo
que no ha de venir.
Quiero partir con mi canto
tu cuerpo de niña
y hundirme a vivir
nada me importa la gente
que opina y se mete
no me han de entender.
Como explicar que te quiero
que me sonrío y muero
al verte pasar
como explicar que te amo
si no fuiste mía ni lo serás jamás.
Como explicar que me duele
hasta el aire que juega
en tu pelo y tu andar
piba, si escuchás mi canto
sabrás que es el llanto
que?
poco me importa la gente
que opina y se mete
no comprenderán.
Ay, si pudiera en tu pecho
tener el sosiego
y encontrara paz
y acariciando tu pelo
encontrar el sueño
que no puedo hallar
ay, si tu boca me diera
callada, la forma del amor, de amar
encontraría un motivo
de seguir viviendo,
de poder luchar.
Quiero aprender de memoria
con mi boca tu cuerpo,
muchacha de abril
y recorrer tus entrañas
en busca del hijo
que no ha de venir.

Lyrics translation

I want to learn by heart
with my mouth your body,
April girl
and go through your entrails
in search of the son
he's not coming.
I want to leave with my song
your little girl's body
and sink to live
I don't care about people.
who thinks and gets in
they won't understand me.
How to explain that I love you
that I smile and die
seeing you pass by
how to explain that I love you
if you weren't mine, you never will be.
How to explain that it hurts
even the air that plays
in your hair and your walk
piba, if you hear my song
you'll know it's crying
what?
I don't care about people.
who thinks and gets in
they won't understand.
Oh, if I could in your chest
have peace of mind
and find peace
and stroking your hair
find the dream
that I can't find
Oh, if your mouth gave me
quiet, the way of love, of love
I'd find a reason
to continue living,
to be able to fight.
I want to learn by heart
with my mouth your body,
April girl
and go through your entrails
in search of the son
he's not coming.