Amor Perdido - Marta Sanchez

A veces pienso

que no fue real

el eco de un eco

nada mўs.

A veces siento

esa sensaci®n

de clўsica historia

de ficci®n.

Tal vez sali® de algun lugar

que no existi® ni existirў

y s®lo yo creЄ tocar.

Amor, amor, amor perdido

en la frontera del olvido

que un dЄa volverў como si tal cosa

a quedarse a vivir.

Amor, amor, amor perdido

regalo de un desconocido

que un dЄa

volverў para rescatarme

de mi mundo sin aire.

Algunas noches

apareces tІ

fantasma sin formas

y sin luz

Entonces vuela

mi imaginaci®n

y escucho el sonido

de tu voz

En medio de la soledad

y dentro de una oscuridad

que cada vez me envuelve mўs Amor, amor, amor perdido … Tal vez sali® de

algun lugar

que no existi® ni existirў

y s®lo yo creЄ tocar.

Amor, amor, amor perdido …

Sometimes I think

that was not real

the echo of an echo

nothing else.

Sometimes I feel

that feeling

of classical history

of fiction.

Maybe it came from somewhere

that did not exist and will not exist

and only I thought I could play.

Love, love, lost love

on the border of oblivion

that one day you will return as if such a thing

to stay to live.

Love, love, lost love

gift from a stranger

that one day

you will come back to rescue me

of my world without air.

Some nights

you show up

shapeless ghost

and without light

then fly

my imagination

and i hear the sound

of your voice

In the midst of loneliness

and inside a dark

that every time surrounds me more Love, love, lost love… Maybe I came out of

somewhere

that did not exist and will not exist

and only I thought I could play.

Love, love, lost love…