La Oreja de Van Gogh — Manhattan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manhattan" by La Oreja de Van Gogh.
Lyrics
Vuelve a llover sobre Manhattan
el contador del taxi para,
alguien de pie limpia sus gafas junto a m,
me recuerda mucho a ti.
Publicidad en su paraguas;
Ganas de hablar,
y una mirada en un local lleno de trampas
Pienso en ti, y un poco ms en m.
Y al despertar y verme al lado de lo que siempre jur no hacer
Slo t clavas en mi sien tu voz diciendo «no te olvidar»…
Sola en el hotel de la calle del terror
los recuerdos con espinas dirn que te he roto el corazn
y el veneno de mi error que hace eternas las heridas
que salga y le d un beso a la vida
y es que sin ti, sabes mi amor que desaparezco yo.
La tentacin no vive arriba
ni tu perdn es cosa ma sale mi avin, vuelvo a la vida que dej,
somos tres para comer…
Y al regresar te vi esperando con tu sonrisa y alguna flor,
Sent entender mi traicin al ver tus ojos dndome su amor…
Sola en el hotel de la calle del terror
los recuerdos con espinas dirn que te he roto el corazn
y el veneno de mi error, que hace eternas las heridas
que salga y le d un beso a la vida
y es que sin ti, sabes mi amor que desaparezco yo que desaparezco yo,
que desaparezco yo,
que desaparezco yo.
Lyrics translation
It's raining again on Manhattan
the taxi counter for,
someone standing cleans his glasses next to m,
it reminds me a lot of you.
Advertising on your umbrella;
Wanting to talk,
and a look at a place full of traps
I think about you, and a little more about m.
And when I wake up and see myself next to what I always swear not to do
Slo t you nail in my temple your voice saying " Don't forget»…
Alone in the hotel on terror Street
the memories with thorns dirn that I have broken your heart
and the poison of my mistake that makes the wounds eternal
come out and kiss life
and it's that without you, you know my love that I disappear.
Tentacin does not live upstairs
neither your perdn is thing Ma my avin comes out, I return to life that I left,
there are three of us to eat…
And when I came back I saw you waiting with your smile and some flower,
Sent understand my traicin to see your eyes dndome your love…
Alone in the hotel on terror Street
the memories with thorns dirn that I have broken your heart
and the poison of my error, which maketh the wounds eternal
come out and kiss life
and it is that without you, you know my love that I disappear that I disappear,
that I disappear,
that I disappear.