Mi primera canción - Alejandro Sanz

Mi primera canci?

n estaba hecha

Con los besos de marta

Y mi forma de quererla,

Con la sabidur?

a de mar?

a Y el recuerdo de almudena

Tan l?

nguida y sufrida.

Mi primera canci?

n era mentira

Era un trozo de la esquina

Donde un d?

a dije adi?

s.

Bea siempre fue un secreto

Nunca supe decirle a tiempo, no Para m?

fue la primera

La m?

s bella melod?

a Por ser rosa prisionera

Que al tocarla se mor?

a Que al salirse de mi boca me besaban bien los labios,

Las frases agradecidas…

Mi primera canci?

n Descubr?

que cuando cantas

S?

lo est?

s dibujando con palabras,

Era un verso dedicado

A lo suave del pelo

De yolanda.

Era sue?

o y a?

oranza,

Era escudo y era lanza.

Darlo todo pidiendo nada,

Darlo todo pidiendo nada,

Derramar en el suelo el alma.

Tocar el fuego sin preguntarte

Si la llama puede quemarte.

Para m?

fue la primera

La m?

s bella melod?

a Por ser rosa prisionera

Que al tocarla se mor?

a Que al salirse de mi boca me besaban bien los labios,

Las frases agradecidas…

Mi primera canci?

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my first song

was not done

With Marta's kisses

And my way of loving her,

With wisdom?

to sea?

a And the memory of Almudena

so l?

nguided and suffered.

my first song

it was not a lie

It was a corner piece

where one day

did i say bye?

yes

Bea was always a secret

I never knew how to tell you in time, right For me?

It was the first one

The m?

s beautiful melody?

a For being a prisoner rose

That by touching her she died?

a That when they came out of my mouth they kissed my lips well,

The grateful phrases...

my first song

n Discover?

that when you sing

Yes?

is it?

s drawing with words,

It was a dedicated verse

to the smooth of the hair

From Yolanda.

Was it sue?

or and to?

prayer,

It was a shield and it was a spear.

Give everything asking for nothing,

Give everything asking for nothing,

Spill the soul on the ground.

touch the fire without asking you

If the flame can burn you.

for me

It was the first one

The m?

s beautiful melody?

a For being a prisoner rose

That when you touch it you die?

a That when they came out of my mouth they kissed my lips well,

The grateful phrases...

my first song

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