Malu — Como Una Flor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Como Una Flor" by Malu.
Lyrics
Encerrado en un cuerpo equivocado,
con mil llagas en las manos,
luchando por vivir
dentro del huracán que le atropella,
que le asfixia y que le atrapa,
que tanto le hizo sufrir.
Lo importante era al fin,
su manera de sentir.
La esperanza le jugó malas pasadas,
devolviéndola en revancha
el afecto que entregaba;
y aún el huracán le atormentaba
esos sueños que anhelaba
sentir como una flor;
donde no existe condena,
si se trata de él o ella.
El viento va, peinándote,
sé que es posible que esconda su amor
bajo un rincón, sin dejarse ver,
si por un beso pones la vida,
que importa tu sexo
si pones el alma en cada gesto de amor que le dabas.
Como una flor siente dolor
al deshojarle el corazón,
sientes la espina que rompe tu llanto.
Si por un beso pones la vida
que importa tu sexo
si pones el alma…
Y hoy que vuelves la mirada a tu pasado,
y quizás emocionado te preguntas el por qué
¿valió la pena acaso tanto esfuerzo?.
Soportando tempestades
por sentir como una flor;
donde no existe condena
si se trata de él o ella.
Y comprendes que la vida está de vuelta
y sonríes con más fuerza contemplando esta vez
que en vez de huracán, ya sólo hay prisa,
peinarte no se fija
si se trata de ella o él,
y ahora no existe condena,
y al final valió la pena.
El viento va, peinándote,
sé que es posible que esconda su amor
bajo un rincón, sin dejarse ver,
si por un beso pones la vida,
que importa tu sexo
si pones el alma en cada gesto de amor que le dabas.
Como una flor siente dolor
al deshojarle el corazón,
sientes la espina que rompe tu llanto.
Si por un beso pones la vida
que importa tu sexo
si pones el alma en cada gesto de amor que le dabas.
Como una flor…
Lyrics translation
Locked in the wrong body,
with a thousand sores on his hands,
fighting for a living
inside the hurricane that hits him,
choking him and catching him,
that made him suffer so much.
The important thing was at last,
his way of feeling.
Hope played him bad times,
returning it in revenge
the affection he delivered;
and yet the hurricane tormented him
those dreams I longed for
feel like a flower;
where there is no conviction,
whether it's him or her.
The wind goes, combing you,
I know it's possible he's hiding his love
under a corner, without being seen,
if by a kiss you put life,
what does your sex matter
if you put your soul into every gesture of love you gave her.
Like a flower feels pain
by ripping his heart out,
you feel the thorn that breaks your crying.
If by a kiss you put life
what does your sex matter
if you put the soul…
And today you look back at your past,
and maybe excited you wonder why
was it worth that much effort?.
Enduring storms
for feeling like a flower;
where there is no conviction
whether it's him or her.
And you understand that life is back
and you smile harder this time
that instead of hurricane, there's only hurry,
combing is not fixed
whether it's her or him,
and now there is no condemnation,
and in the end it was worth it.
The wind goes, combing you,
I know it's possible he's hiding his love
under a corner, without being seen,
if by a kiss you put life,
what does your sex matter
if you put your soul into every gesture of love you gave her.
Like a flower feels pain
by ripping his heart out,
you feel the thorn that breaks your crying.
If by a kiss you put life
what does your sex matter
if you put your soul into every gesture of love you gave her.
Like a flower…