Sole Giménez — Quisiera ser song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quisiera ser" by Sole Giménez.
Lyrics
Quisiera ser el dueño, del pacto de tu boca
Quisiera ser el verbo al que no invitas
A la fiesta de tu voz
Te has preguntado alguna vez, di la verdad
Si siente el viento, debajo de tu ropa
Cuando te bañas en el mar desnuda
Y te acaricia el cuerpo, en la fiesta de tu piel
Se sentirá la sal, las olas, sentirá la arena
Me dá pena
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirÃas
Y el jardÃn de tu alegrÃa en la fiesta de tu piel
Son de esos besos que ni frÃo ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca, tambiÃ(c)n los quiero yo Quisiera ser sincero, apuesto a que te pierdo
En esta frase solo pido tu perdón
Por qué no escribo algo mejor
Ay yo no sé Me has preguntado alguna vez
Por preguntar qué es lo que quiero
Por qué motivo he dibujado el aire
Que jugaba a ser silencio
Si en realidad te entiendo o sólo nos queremos
Y si a la noche como a mà le duele tanto
Desear de lejos
Se sentirá la sal, las olas, sentirá la arena
Me dá pena
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirÃas
Y el jardÃn de tu alegrÃa en la fiesta de tu piel
Son de esos besos que ni frÃo ni calor
Pero si son de tu boca, tambiÃ(c)n los quiero yo Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirÃas
Y el jardÃn de tu alegrÃa en la fiesta de tu piel
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Si quieres ser el aire, yo te invito niña a mi camisa
Mi camisa de tu alegrÃa y la fiesta de tu piel, no, no, no Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Quisiera ser el sueño que jamás compartirÃas
Y el jardÃn de tu alegrÃa en la fiesta de tu piel
Quisiera ser el aire que escapa de tu risa
Quisiera ser la sal para escocerte en tus heridas
Quisiera ser la sangre que envuelves con tu vida
Si quieres ser el aire, yo te invito niña a mi camisa
Mi camisa de tu alegrÃa y la fiesta de tu piel
Lyrics translation
I would like to be the owner of the covenant of your mouth
I'd like to be the verb you don't invite
To the feast of your voice
Have you ever wondered, tell the truth
If it feels the wind, under your clothes
When you bathe in the sea naked
And caresses your body, in the feast of your skin
You'll feel the salt, the waves, you'll feel the sand
I'm sorry
I'd like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
I wish I was the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the feast of your skin
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat
But if they're out of your mouth, I love them too I'd like to be honest, I bet I lose you
In this sentence I only ask for your forgiveness
Why don't I write something better
Oh I don't know Have you ever asked me
For asking what I want
Why did I draw the air
Who played to be silent
If I really understand you or just love you
And if at night like me it hurts so much
Wish from afar
You'll feel the salt, the waves, you'll feel the sand
I'm sorry
I'd like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
I wish I was the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the feast of your skin
They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat
But if they're from your mouth, I want them too. I'd like to be the air that escapes your laughter.
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
I wish I was the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the feast of your skin
I'd like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
If you want to be the air, I invite you little girl to my shirt
My shirt of your joy and the feast of your skin, no, no, I wouldn't want to be the air that escapes your laughter
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
I wish I was the dream you would never share
And the garden of your joy in the feast of your skin
I'd like to be the air that escapes your laughter
I'd like to be the salt to scour your wounds
I'd like to be the blood that surrounds you with your life
If you want to be the air, I invite you little girl to my shirt
My shirt of your joy and the feast of your skin