Aire, Aire - Luis Eduardo Aute

Aire, aire

No una brisa sino un torbellino de aire

Aire, aire…

Que se lleve a los monstruos

Que se han hecho dueños

De todos los sueños

Que fueron razón

Aire, aire

Tantos buzos alados surcando el aire

Aire, aire

Que no hay dios que circule

Con vuelo insumiso

Por el paraíso

Del camaleón

Aire, aire, aire, aire…

Necesito respirar

Que me niego a comprender, amor

Que ya nunca pueda ser, amor

Verdad la verdad…

Pero qué verdad, pero qué verdad

Amor…

Aire, aire

No hay perfume que valga si falta el aire

Aire, aire…

De qué sirve que huela a jardines el viento

Si falta el aliento

Que atrapa la flor…

Aire, aire

Aire de vendaval que revuelva el aire

Aire, aire…

Aire airado que arrastre

Esta larga locura

Que escupe basura

Cuando habla de honor

Aire, aire, aire, aire…

Aire, aire

No una brisa sino un torbellino de aire

Aire, aire

Que se lleve a los monstruos

Que se han hecho dueños

De todos los sueños

Que fueron razón

air, air

Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air

Air, air...

Take the monsters

who have become owners

Of all the dreams

what were reason

air, air

So many winged divers soaring through the air

air, air

That there is no god that circulates

with reckless flight

for paradise

of the chameleon

Air, air, air, air...

I need to breathe

That I refuse to understand, love

That it can never be, love

Truth the truth…

But what truth, but what truth

Love…

air, air

There is no perfume that is worth if there is a lack of air

Air, air...

What good is it that the wind smells of gardens

If you are short of breath

That catches the flower...

air, air

Gale air that stirs the air

Air, air...

angry air dragging

this long madness

who spits garbage

when he speaks of honor

Air, air, air, air...

air, air

Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air

air, air

Take the monsters

who have become owners

Of all the dreams

what were reason