Aladdín - David Rees

Érase un cuento que estaba sin acabar

Páginas en blanco las demás ya van por la mitad

El miedo atrapa al boli y no pinta

Inmóviles nuestros protagonistas

Quieren salir de la estantería

Y el genio se va a hartar, no concede deseos

A quien no cree en su verdad

Dos nombres que no tienen tinta para respirar

Aun no se conocen no saben que vendrá

Mil y una noches en vela

Mientras la ciudad les espera

El despertar, suspiros

Que suenan a ojalá

Y ojalá que suenan a jamas

Y escribiremos nuestra historia

Con pintura invisible y

Viajáremos en nuestra alfombra

Que vuela y nos lleva a todo lugar

Que tu y yo ya de pequeños pudimos soñar

Ya que hoy no me atrevo

Al menos déjame imaginar

Podria tenerte en mi almohada

Y aun no sabe que decir

Oh me es tan sencillo hablar

Pero tan complicado elegir

Bienvenido a mi cuarto de telas

Cual nos lleva a las estrellas

Una fuerte con polvo valiente

Que se atreva y no nos deja afuera

Corra y siga esas perseidas

Escribiremos nuestra historia

Con pintura invisible y

Viajáremos en nuestra alfombra

Que vuela y nos lleva a todo lugar

Que tu y yo ya de pequeños pudimos soñar

Ya que hoy no me atrevo

Al menos déjame imaginar

Aventuras que se quedan en tu cabeza,

Madrugadas que el mensaje se queda en bandeja

Deseo con olor a cumple tras soplar las velas

Sueños en estado de espera

Escribiremos nuestra historia

Con pintura invisible y

Viajáremos en nuestra alfombra

Que vuela y nos lleva a todo lugar

Que tu y yo ya de pequeños pudimos soñar

Ya que hoy no me atrevo

Escribiremos nuestra historia

Igual hoy me atrevo

A pintarte de verdad

There was a story that was unfinished

Blank pages the others are already halfway

Fear catches the pen and does not paint

Immobile our protagonists

They want to come off the shelf

And the genie is going to get fed up, it doesn't grant wishes

To those who do not believe in their truth

Two names that have no ink to breathe

They don't know each other yet, they don't know what's coming

One thousand and one sleepless nights

While the city awaits

waking up, sighs

What do they sound like?

And hopefully they sound like never

And we'll write our story

With invisible paint and

We'll ride our rug

That flies and takes us everywhere

That you and I, when we were little, could dream

Since today I don't dare

at least let me imagine

I could have you on my pillow

And he still doesn't know what to say

Oh it's so easy for me to talk

But so difficult to choose

Welcome to my fabric room

which takes us to the stars

A strong with brave powder

That he dares and does not leave us out

Run and follow those perseids

We will write our story

With invisible paint and

We'll ride our rug

That flies and takes us everywhere

That you and I, when we were little, could dream

Since today I don't dare

at least let me imagine

Adventures that stay in your head,

Early mornings when the message stays in a tray

Wish with the smell of a birthday after blowing out the candles

Dreams on hold

We will write our story

With invisible paint and

We'll ride our rug

That flies and takes us everywhere

That you and I, when we were little, could dream

Since today I don't dare

We will write our story

Same today I dare

To really paint you