Derroche - Ana Belén

El reloj de cuerda suspendido

El teléfono desconectado

En una mesa dos copas de vino

Y a la noche se le fue la mano…

Una luz rosada imaginamos

Comenzamos por probar el vino

Con mirarnos todo lo dijimos

Y a la noche se le fue la mano…

Si supiera contar todo lo que sentí

No quedó un lugar que no anduviera en ti

Besos, ternura

Qué derroche de amor

Cuánta locura

Que no acabe esta noche

Ni esta luna de abril

Para entrar en el cielo

No es preciso morir

Besos, ternura

Qué derroche de amor

Cuánta locura

Parecíamos dos irracionales

Que se iban a morir mañana

Derrochamos no importaba nada

Las reservas de los manantiales

Parecíamos dos irracionales

Que se iban a morir mañana

Si supiera contar todo lo que sentí

No quedó un lugar que no anduviera en ti

Besos, ternura

Qué derroche de amor

Cuánta locura

The suspended winding clock

The phone disconnected

On a table two glasses of wine

And at night she got out of hand...

A rosy light we imagine

We start by tasting the wine

With looking at each other we said everything

And at night it got out of hand...

If I knew how to tell everything I felt

There was not a place that was not in you

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

It doesn't end tonight

Not even this April moon

to enter heaven

no need to die

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

We seemed two irrational

That they were going to die tomorrow

We splurged nothing mattered

The reserves of the springs

We seemed two irrational

That they were going to die tomorrow

If I knew how to tell everything I felt

There was not a place that was not in you

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy