La Cuestion - Antonio Orozco

Si es cuestión de pedir

Pediré una ventana

Para mirarte cada tarde

Y no atreverme a decirte nada

Si es cuestión, de decir

Te diré que te amaba

Que aquellos años son los dueños

De cada verso que te entregaba

Y esta vez…, soy capaz

De contar que me engañabas

Que jamás te dije nada

Por que si de amar se trata

Hay que amar sufriendo

Valga lo que valga

Jugar la esperanza

Recoger las alas

Y esperar que el miedo

De perder se vaya

Miedo de perder tu cama

De perder mi alma

De empezar de nuevo

De apagar las llamas

De esperar un sueño

Y que nunca llegara

Si es cuestión…

Si es cuestión de insistir

Robaré las palabras

Y así comprendas que dejarte

Era el indulto que yo esperaba

Y esta vez, soy capaz

De entender que no me amaras

Que jamás dijeses nada

Por que si de amar se trata

Hay que amar sufriendo

Valga lo que valga

Jugar la esperanza

Recoger las alas

Y esperar que el miedo

De perder se vaya

Miedo de perder tu cama

De perder mi alma

De empezar de nuevo

De apagar las llamas

De esperar un sueño

Y que nunca llegara

Si es cuestión… si es cuestión

If it is a question of asking

I will ask for a window

To look at you every afternoon

And I dare not tell you anything

If it is a question, to say

I'll tell you that I loved you

That those years are the owners

Of each verse that I gave you

And this time…, I am able

To tell that you cheated on me

that I never told you anything

Because if it is about loving

You have to love suffering

whatever it's worth

play the hope

pick up the wings

And wait for the fear

to lose it go

Fear of losing your bed

of losing my soul

to start over

to put out the flames

to wait for a dream

and that it never came

If it is a question…

If it is a matter of insisting

I'll steal the words

And so you understand that leaving you

It was the reprieve that I expected

And this time, I am able

To understand that you will not love me

that you never said anything

Because if it is about loving

You have to love suffering

whatever it's worth

play the hope

pick up the wings

And wait for the fear

to lose it go

Fear of losing your bed

of losing my soul

to start over

to put out the flames

to wait for a dream

and that it never came

If it is a question… if it is a question