Lunes - Pastora

Si el amor se contara

Como se cuenta el tiempo

Si mis besos se sumaran a tus besos un momento

Si fuera posible permisar to' lo que siento

No habría ni un despertar con intriga en mi via contigo

No habría esperanza de hacerlo más grande estaría parao

(Estas cosas no se pueden parar)

No habría duda, ni bronca, ni perdones romanticones

No habría eso que adoro, que es mi tesoro

Despertarme y encandilarme

Cada mañana de ti

Si el amor se contara

Si el amor dibujara

Paisajes en mi cuerpo

Estaría bañao con tu imagen

Cada surco en cada puerto

Si fuera posible decifrar to' los misterios

No habría ni un despertar con intriga en mi vía contigo

No Habría esperanza de hacerlo más grande estaría parao

(Y Estas cosas no se pueden parar)

No habría ni duda, ni bronca, ni perdones romanticones

No habría eso que adoro que es mi tesoro

Despertarme y encandilarme

Cada mañana de ti

Cada mañana de ti…

If love was told

how time is counted

If my kisses were added to your kisses for a moment

If it were possible to allow everything I feel

There wouldn't be an awakening with intrigue in my life with you

There would be no hope of making it bigger I would be stopped

(These things can't be stopped)

There would be no doubt, no anger, no romantic pardons

There would not be that which I adore, which is my treasure

Wake me up and dazzle me

every morning of you

If love was told

If love drew

landscapes in my body

I would be bathed in your image

Every groove in every port

If it were possible to decipher all the mysteries

There wouldn't be an awakening with intrigue in my way with you

There would be no hope of making it bigger I would be stopped

(And these things can't be stopped)

There would be no doubt, no anger, no romantic pardons

There would not be that which I adore which is my treasure

Wake me up and dazzle me

every morning of you

Every morning of you...