Sebastian Bach - Carlos Sadness

Parece que hayas nacido en el siglo XVI

Que nunca hayas salido de Versalles

Me cogías de la mano para llevarme a ver

La república independiente de tus lunares

Espera, te puedes fiar de mi

Si tú te vas, contigo me quiero ir

Me quieres como se quería en el siglo XVI

Me pides besos a escondidas, como en el siglo XVI

El sueño de la razón no te deja descansar

Y das vueltas infinitas sobre la cama

Con los ojos tan abiertos que

Pueden escapar millones de secretos de tu mirada

Recuerdo haber escuchado

Johann Sebastian Bach

Al poner mi cabeza sobre tu pecho

Que tu corazón no late al ritmo de los demás

Y ahora que no lo tengo, lo entiendo todo y te echo de menos

Me quieres como se quería en el siglo XVI

Me pides besos a escondidas, como en el siglo XVI

Pareces que hayas nacido en el siglo XVI

Que siempre hayas vivido en un cuadro de Velazquez

Que tu forma de quererme es del siglo XVI

Profunda y transparente, aunque me cuesta de entender

Profunda y para siempre, aunque me cuesta de entender

Me quieres como se quería en el siglo XVI

Me pides besos a escondidas, como en el siglo XVI

It seems that you were born in the 16th century

That you have never left Versailles

You took me by the hand to take me to see

The independent republic of your moles

Wait, you can trust me

If you go, I want to go with you

You love me like you loved me in the 16th century

You ask me for kisses secretly, like in the 16th century

The sleep of reason does not let you rest

And you roll endlessly on the bed

With eyes so wide open

Millions of secrets can escape from your gaze

I remember hearing

Johann Sebastian Bach

By laying my head on your chest

That your heart does not beat to the rhythm of others

And now that I don't have it, I understand everything and I miss you

You love me like you loved me in the 16th century

You ask me for kisses secretly, like in the 16th century

You look like you were born in the 16th century

That you have always lived in a painting by Velazquez

That your way of loving me is from the 16th century

Deep and transparent, although it is difficult for me to understand

Deep and forever, although I find it hard to understand

You love me like you loved me in the 16th century

You ask me for kisses secretly, like in the 16th century