Miguel Bose — May day song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "May day" by Miguel Bose.
Lyrics
La juventud que no pertenece
A ninguna fé se cree inmortal
Y mientras asÃ
Lo piense, hay que aprovecharla
Con egoÃsmo y deprisa
Porque la rosa, solo
Dura lo que su aroma dure
Perdura y vive con pasión la rosa
Que ya habrá
Tiempo para la dura y madura
Realidad de la flor del loto
May Day
May Day
De un abrázame
May Day
Yo ya no soy quien
Pueda pedirte a gritos
No nada a partir de ahora
No iré a
Implorar perdón
Tú ya no no
Tú no eres ya quien
Vaya a tener derecho
De nada a partir de ahora
May Day
De tu abrázame
Tu piel ya Dejó de ser quien
Venga a pedirme nada
Que pueda partirme ahora
Hace cuánto tiempo que
Hace cuántos daños
Hace cuántas noches que
No te he llorado
Hace cuántos cuerpos que
No me siento amado
Hace cuánto te perdÃ
Y que te he olvidado
Ã*a fair combien ta chair?
Lo verdaderamente
Excepcional en Ã(c)l es que
A pesar de su vida disoluta
SeguÃan habiendo
Momentos en los que
Aún daba la impresión de ser
Una carne casi intacta
Más o menos
Constantino Kavafis
DÃas de 1901
May Day
Más te vale que
May Day
Apostándote
Pidas a tus deseos
Que ardan por
Lo que aún hiere
May Day
Mira mÃrame
May Day
Y abrazándome
Siente latir la calma
Del brillo que dan mis ojos
Lyrics translation
Youth that does not belong
No faith believes itself immortal
And while I
Think about it, you have to take advantage of it
Selfishly and quickly
Because the Rose, alone
It lasts as long as its scent lasts
The Rose endures and lives with passion
I'll be there¡
Time for hard and mature
Lotus flower reality
May Day
May Day
From an acronym
May Day
I am no longer who
I can scream at you
Nothing from now on
I won't go
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You no longer no
You're not who anymore
Go be entitled
You're welcome from now on
May Day
From your embrace
Your skin is no longer who
Come ask me for nothing
That I can break now
How long has it been
How much damage it does
How many nights ago that
I haven't cried
Makes how many bodies that
I don't feel loved
How long ago I lost you
And that I've forgotten you
How fair is your flesh?
The real thing
Exceptional in à (c) l is that
Despite his dissolute life
There were still
Moments when
Still gave the impression of being
A meat almost intact
More or less
Constantine Kavafis
Days of 1901
May Day
You better than
May Day
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Ask your wishes
Let them burn for
What still hurts
May Day
Look at me.
May Day
And hug me
Feel the calm beat
Of the brightness that my eyes give