Quisiera Ser - Alejandro Sanz, Juanes

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 da pena

Quisiera ser al 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 compartirías

Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel

Son esos besos que ni frío ni calor

Pero si son de tu boca, también los quiero yo Quisiera ser sincero

Apuesto a que te pierdo

En esta frase sólo 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 mí le duele tanto

Desear de lejos

Se sentirá la sal, las olas

Sentirá la arena, me da pena

Quisiera ser al 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 compartirías

Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel

Son esos besos que ni frío ni calor

Pero si son de tu boca, también los quiero yo, no, no, no Quisiera ser al 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 compartirías

Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel

Quisiera ser al 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 alegría, y la fiesta de tu piel, no, no, no Quisiera ser al 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 compartirías

Y el jardín de tu alegría, en la fiesta de tu piel

I would like to be the owner of the pact of your mouth

I would like to be the verb that you do not invite

To the party of your voice

Have you ever wondered, tell the truth

If you feel the wind, under your clothes

When you bathe in the sea naked

And caresses your body at the party of your skin

You will feel the salt, the waves

Will feel the sand, I feel sorry

I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter

I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds

I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life

I would like to be the dream that you would never share

And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin

They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat

But if they are from your mouth, I also want them I would 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 do I want

For what reason I have drawn the air

who played at being silence

If I really understand you or we just love each other

And if the night like me hurts so much

Wish from afar

You will feel the salt, the waves

Will feel the sand, I feel sorry

I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter

I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds

I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life

I would like to be the dream that you would never share

And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin

They are those kisses that neither cold nor heat

But if they are from your mouth, I want them too, no, no, no I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter

I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds

I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life

I would like to be the dream that you would never share

And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin

I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter

I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds

I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life

If you want to be the air

I invite you girl to my shirt, my shirt

Of your joy, and the party of your skin, no, no, no I would like to be the air that escapes from your laughter

I would like to be the salt to sting you in your wounds

I would like to be the blood that you wrap with your life

I would like to be the dream that you would never share

And the garden of your joy, at the party of your skin