Será Que Si - Maelo Ruiz

Digo cosas, te miro tal ves, hablo dormido,

pronuncio tu nombre despierto,

me enojo sin tener motivos,

en la arena del mar te calque, pero la brisa,

borro tu figura y hoy quedan,

recuerdos que me hacen heridas.

Compongo y escribo canciones,

te pinto entre dos corazones,

me olvido del mundo del tiempo

soy brazo de tu amor es cierto.

Será que al vivir de ilusiones,

consuelo este mar de pasiones,

quizás esto es solo el comienzo,

de este infierno de amor

que arde en mi corazón.

Será que estoy pagando una condena

cuando mas te necesito aquí.

será que esta tristeza que hoy me enreda

en tu presencia, volvería a reír.

Será que te amo tanto que no puedo resistir,

mi amor si tu no estas.

Será que me has atado el corazón.

Será que es tan dañino tanto amor.

Digo cosas, te miro tal ves hablo, dormido,

pronuncio tu nombre despierto,

me enojo sin tener motivos,

en la arena del mar te calque, pero la brisa,

borro tu figura y hoy quedan,

recuerdos que me hacen heridas.

Compongo y escribo canciones,

te pinto entre dos corazones,

me olvido del mundo del tiempo

soy brazo de tu amor es cierto.

Será que al vivir de ilusiones,

consuelo este mar de pasiones,

quizás esto es solo el comienzo,

de este infierno de amor

que arde en mi corazón.

Será que esta perdido en un infierno,

si es lo mismo que vivir sin ti.

Será que te amo tanto que no puedo resistir,

mi amor si tu no estas.

Será que es tan dañino tu recuerdo en tu presencia

volvería a vivir.

Será que me has atado el corazón.

Será que es tan dañino tanto amor

I say things, I look at you maybe, I talk in my sleep,

I pronounce your name awake,

I get angry for no reason

I traced you in the sand of the sea, but the breeze,

I erase your figure and today they remain,

memories that hurt me.

I compose and write songs,

I paint you between two hearts,

I forget the world of time

I am the arm of your love, it is true.

Could it be that by living on illusions,

comfort this sea of ​​passions,

maybe this is just the beginning,

of this hell of love

that burns in my heart.

It will be that I am paying a sentence

when I need you here the most.

Could it be that this sadness that entangles me today

in your presence, I would laugh again.

Could it be that I love you so much that I can't resist,

my love if you are not.

Could it be that you have tied my heart?

Could it be that so much love is so harmful?

I say things, I look at you maybe I talk, asleep,

I pronounce your name awake,

I get angry for no reason

I traced you in the sand of the sea, but the breeze,

I erase your figure and today they remain,

memories that hurt me.

I compose and write songs,

I paint you between two hearts,

I forget the world of time

I am the arm of your love, it is true.

Could it be that by living on illusions,

comfort this sea of ​​passions,

maybe this is just the beginning,

of this hell of love

that burns in my heart.

Could it be that he is lost in hell,

if it is the same as living without you.

Could it be that I love you so much that I can't resist,

my love if you are not.

Could it be that your memory is so harmful in your presence

I would live again.

Could it be that you have tied my heart?

Could it be that so much love is so harmful