Teorema - Miguel Bose

Que difícil es hablar de amor

Sin caer en la definición

Sin poder evitar…

Ser pedante o vulgar

Señora que quiere de mi?

Ahora bien…

Por mi no pasa de hoy

Lo que le quiero decir

Después de tanto ensayar

Pero me empieza a mirar

Se me hace un nudo en la voz

Me lo echa todo a perder…

Me falta valor

Señora es usted

Un teorema de amor

Un punto de luz

Del infinito al dolor

Y yo… yo no sé que soy

Hay que trabajar, hay que crecer

Por la noche tengo que estudiar

Y no puedo dormir

Por que pienso en usted

Señora que quiere de mi?

Míreme… y deje ya de jugar

Que no le voy a pedir

Lo que no quiere contar

Me basta verla llegar

Cada mañana puntual

Y aunque no me hable yo sé

Que viene por mi

Señora es usted

Un teorema de amor

Un punto de luz

Del infinito al dolor

Y yo… solo sé que usted

Es para mi, un teorema de amor

Un punto de luz

Del infinito al dolor

Y yo… yo no sé que soy

How difficult it is to talk about love

Without falling into the definition

Without being able to avoid...

Being pedantic or vulgar

Madam what do you want from me?

However…

For me it doesn't happen today

What I want to tell you

After so much rehearsal

But she starts looking at me

I get a lump in my voice

It spoils everything for me...

I lack value

ma'am are you

A theorem of love

a point of light

From infinity to pain

And I… I don't know what I am

You have to work, you have to grow

At night I have to study

And I can't sleep

Why do I think of you?

Madam what do you want from me?

Look at me... and stop playing

I'm not going to ask

What you don't want to tell

I just see her arrive

every morning on time

And although he doesn't speak to me, I know

what comes for me

ma'am are you

A theorem of love

a point of light

From infinity to pain

And I… I only know that you

It is for me, a theorem of love

a point of light

From infinity to pain

And I… I don't know what I am