Derroche - Edith Márquez

El reloj de cuerda suspendido

El teléfono desconectado

En una mesa, dos copas de vino

Y a la noche se le fué 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 tí…

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Que no acabe esta noche

Ni esta luna de abril

Para entrar en el cielo, no es preciso morir

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Parecíamos dos irracionales

Que se iban a morir mañana…

Derrochábamos, no importaba nada

Las reservas de los manantiales

Parecíamos dos irracionales

Que se iban a morir mañana…

Si pudiera contar, todo lo que sentí

No quedó un lugar que no anduviera en tí…

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Besos, ternura

Que derroche de amor

Cuanta locura

Que no acabe esta noche

Ni esta luna de abril

Para entrar en el cielo

No es preciso morir…

Besos, ternura

Y la noche es testigo de esta inmensa locura

Besos, ternura

Nuestra ruta de amor, se convierte en ternura

Besos, ternura

Besos…

The suspended winding clock

The phone disconnected

On a table, two glasses of wine

And at night it 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

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

It doesn't end tonight

Not even this April moon

To enter heaven, you don't have to die

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

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 could count, everything I felt

There was not a place that was not in you...

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

kisses, tenderness

what a waste of love

how crazy

It doesn't end tonight

Not even this April moon

to enter heaven

You don't have to die...

kisses, tenderness

And the night is witness to this immense madness

kisses, tenderness

Our route of love, turns into tenderness

kisses, tenderness

Kisses…