Sombra Y Luz - David Bisbal

Hoy me levanto, quien naufraga,

solo y empapado con perfume a mar,

como si estuvieras en otro hemisferio

y yo no alcanzara a navegarte más.

Y me he asomado a mi ventana,

como si fuera mío lo que veo detrás.

Pero los paisajes, amor, no tienen dueño.

Por mucho que te diga mia no serás.

Tan sólo lo confesaré una vez,

Hay algo en ti que me da Algo se me escapa en la melancolía.

La hora que aprendio a volar.

Y es que el amor no es perfecto,

es un vacío incierto,

con su sombra y con su luz.

Si esto es amor, por ti tengo,

es bastante infierno,

con sus lagrimas de luz.

No estamos preparados para todo esto,

Lo estabamos, pero ya no.

Es que el amor no es un prospecto,

es como en esos cuentos, incierto

con su sombra y con la luz.

Hoy me ha levantado con quien naufraga,

pero la actitud es donde brilla el sol,

Si apaga otro farol y se enciende el alma,

sola esta la luna afuera en el balcon.

Entonces me doy cuenta de una vez,

que sólo quiero navegar,

y algo se me enciende dentro de mi agonia,

las horas no saben amar

Y es que el amor no es perfecto,

es un pasillo incierto,

con su sombra y con su luz.

Y es que el amor, va en el viento

hacia mar abierto

con su sombra y con su luz.

No estamos preparados, para todo esto.

Lo estabamos, y ya no.

Y Es que el amor,

va en el viento hacia mar abierto,

con su sombra y con luz.

Y es que el amor que yo quiero,

es como un puerto, inmenso,

con la sombra y con la luz.

Con su sombra… y con su luz…

Todo sobre David Bisbal:

Today I get up, who is shipwrecked,

alone and drenched with the perfume of the sea,

as if you were in another hemisphere

and I will not be able to navigate you anymore.

And I have looked out my window,

as if it were mine what I see behind.

But the landscapes, love, have no owner.

As much as I tell you mine you will not be.

I'll only confess it once,

There is something in you that gives me Something escapes me in melancholy.

The time he learned to fly.

And it is that love is not perfect,

it is an uncertain void,

with its shadow and with its light.

If this is love, for you I have,

it's quite hell,

with her tears of light.

We are not prepared for all this,

We were, but not anymore.

It is that love is not a prospect,

It's like in those stories, uncertain

with its shadow and with the light.

Today he has lifted me up with the one who is shipwrecked,

But attitude is where the sun shines

If another lantern goes out and the soul lights up,

alone is the moon outside on the balcony.

Then I realize once,

I just want to navigate

and something turns on inside my agony,

the hours do not know how to love

And it is that love is not perfect,

it is an uncertain corridor,

with its shadow and with its light.

And it is that love goes in the wind

into the open sea

with its shadow and with its light.

We are not prepared for all this.

We were, and not anymore.

And it is that love,

goes on the wind towards the open sea,

with its shadow and with light.

And it is that the love that I want,

it is like a port, immense,

with the shadow and with the light.

With its shadow... and with its light...

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