Presuntos Implicados — La Flor De La Mañana song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Flor De La Mañana" by Presuntos Implicados.
Lyrics
Letra y Msica: Nacho Ma Eran slo dos extraos
concediendose deseos
como dos enamorados.
Que vaciaron sus manos
de desengaos y miedos
y de afecto las llenaron.
Calmaron con fresas su hambre,
con vino su sed,
y el frio, con su calor.
Y el sueo venci.
La maana volvi
y pensaron los dos:
«Que habr tras tu mirada,
que tanto oculta y tanto da.
Vuelve a la cama a soar,
que, amor que mucho piensa,
vers como comienza;
y entontes pronto acabar.
La flor de la maana hoy
sembraste en mi ventana
fingiendo que fingas
que me amabas».
Y prometieron locuras,
y cumplieron las promesas,
y se derram ternura.
Y confundieron sus cuerpos
en un solo abrazo largo;
como dos enamorados.
Calmaron con fresas su hambre,
con vino su sed,
y el frio, con su calor.
Y el sueo venci.
La maana volvi
y pensaron los dos:
«Que habr tras tu mirada,
que tanto oculta y tanto da.
Vuelve a la cama a soar,
que, amor que mucho piensa,
vers como comienza;
y entontes pronto acabar.
La flor de la maana hoy
sembraste en mi ventana
fingiendo que fingas
que me amabas».
Lyrics translation
Letra y MSCA: Nacho Ma Eran slo dos extraos
granting wishes
like two lovers.
Who emptied their hands
of disappointments and fears
and they filled them with affection.
They calmed their hunger with strawberries,
with wine your thirst,
and the cold, with its warmth.
And the Dream won.
The morning came back
and they both thought:
"What will be after your gaze,
that so much hides and so much gives.
Go back to bed and sound,
that, love that much thinks,
verse how it begins;
and then it will soon be over.
The flower of the morning today
you planted in my window
pretending you're pretending
that you loved me."
And they promised crazy things,
and they kept their promises,
and they fall tenderness.
And they confused their bodies
in one long hug;
like two lovers.
They calmed their hunger with strawberries,
with wine your thirst,
and the cold, with its warmth.
And the Dream won.
The morning came back
and they both thought:
"What will be after your gaze,
that so much hides and so much gives.
Go back to bed and sound,
that, love that much thinks,
verse how it begins;
and then it will soon be over.
The flower of the morning today
you planted in my window
pretending you're pretending
that you loved me."