Si Fuera Mia - Polo Montañez

En un cuarto azul pequeño, una mujer se levanta

Y asomándose a través de la ventana

Sin decir una palabra recostándose a la almohada

Esperando tanto amor que le hace falta

Por el brillo de sus ojos, a través de su mirada

Se le nota la necesidad de un beso

Y a la claridad del alba me provoca con su espalda

Apurando la mitad de mis deseos

Con los dedos de sus manos se abre surcos en el pelo

Como una criatura inofensiva

Y le observo cuando duerme su belleza transparente

Que la llego a comparar con una niña

El ventilador de frente, orgulloso la refresca

Siento envidia como el aire la despeina

Y sus labios casi rojos me van llenando de antojos

Y el delirio de poder estar con ella

En un cuarto tan pequeño, donde una mujer descansa

Y a la suave luz que regala la luna

Dan deseos de tenerla, de cuidarla, de quererla

Porque se que como ella no hay ninguna

Con los dedos de sus manos se abre surcos en el pelo

Como una criatura inofensiva

Y le observo cuando duerme su belleza transparente

Que la llego a comparar con una niña

El ventilador de frente, orgulloso la refresca

Siento envidia como el aire la despeina

Y sus labios casi rojos me van llenando de antojos

Y el delirio de poder estar con ella

In a small blue room a woman stands

And peeking through the window

Without saying a word leaning back on the pillow

Waiting for so much love that she needs

By the sparkle in her eyes, through her gaze

She shows the need for a kiss

And in the light of dawn she provokes me with her back

Rushing half of my wishes

With the fingers of her hands she opens furrows in her hair

Like a harmless creature

And I watch him when he sleeps his transparent beauty

That I came to compare her with a girl

The front fan cools it proudly

I feel envy as her air messes her hair

And her almost red lips of hers are filling me with cravings

And the delirium of being able to be with her

In such a small room, where a woman rests

And in the soft light that the moon gives

They make you want to have her, to take care of her, to love her

Because I know that there is no one like her

With the fingers of her hands she opens furrows in her hair

Like a harmless creature

And I watch him when he sleeps his transparent beauty

That I came to compare her with a girl

The front fan cools it proudly

I feel envy as the air messes her hair

And her almost red lips of hers are filling me with cravings

And the delirium of being able to be with her