David DeMaría — Barcos de papel song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Barcos de papel" by David DeMaría.

Lyrics

Un eclipse de silencios,
un atardecer en cualquier café,
mis palabras no tienen dueño,
que las quiera entender…
Vagabundo de deseos…
capitán sin fe de «barcos de papel»…
remolino de pensamientos,
cuando veo amanecer…
Y que solitas se quedan las olas,
cuando el sol se agota,
y que solito me «quedao"esperandote,
buscando tu perdón…
No supe que decir al verte allí,
mirandome sin prestarme atención,
no supe que decir «enamorao"de ti.
Voy pasando las horas…
no supe que decir ni a que acudir,
quizás mujer merezca tu perdon
no tengo a donde ir y «enamorao"de ti,
mi corazón se ahoga…
Tus te quieros no los quiero,
si son de papel, «barcos de papel»
Tu recuerdo ya lo llevo,
«clavaito"en mi piel…
Pago el precio sin dinero,
ven y asomate a mi sensatez,
no merezco ser tu dueño ni tampoco perder.
. Y que solitas se quedan las olas…
No supe que decir…
Ahora navego sorteando puertos de resentimientos,
los siete mares si hace falta por ti cruzaré,
en «barcos de papel»…
No supe que decir…
De mis dudas soy el dueño,
al menos me queda eso…

Lyrics translation

An eclipse of silence,
a sunset in any cafe,
my words have no owner,
want to understand them…
Tramp of desires…
faithless captain of " paper ships»…
swirl of thoughts,
when I see Dawn…
And the waves are left alone,
when the Sun runs out,
and that alone I"stayed" waiting for you,
seeking your forgiveness…
I didn't know what to say when I saw you there.,
looking at me without paying attention,
I didn't know what to say "in love"with you.
I'm passing the hours…
I didn't know what to say or what to turn to,
maybe woman deserves your forgiveness
I have nowhere to go and "fall in love" with you,
my heart is drowning…
Your loved ones I don't love them,
if they are paper, " paper boats»
I've got your memory.,
"pin"on my skin…
I pay the price without money,
come and look at my sense,
I don't deserve to own you or lose.
. And the waves are left alone…
I didn't know what to say.…
Now I'm sailing around ports of resentment,
the Seven Seas if it's necessary for you I'll cross,
in " paper boats»…
I didn't know what to say.…
Of my doubts I am the owner,
at least I got that left.…