Cosas De La Vida - Raphael

Me pidió que le firmara

En el borde de su entrada

Por favor

Y que algo le escribiera

De esa apasionada letra

Por favor

Donde dice usted que ama

Con la fuerza de los mares

Con el ímpetu del viento

Con su alma y con su carne…

Cómo no, querida amiga

Cuanto quieras, cuanto pidas

Mal de amores ya tan joven

A pesar de esa belleza

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Me pareces algo aparte

Si me esperas que me cambie

Por favor

Por ahí nos perderemos

Para hablar y conocernos

Por favor

Y en un bar de poca monta

Un lugar de carretera

De intercambio de parejas

E interiores con alcobas;

Entre música y penumbra

Baile y humo, charla y copa

Nos pasaron muchas horas

Hasta ver amanecer

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Al salir de aquella cueva

Ya con luz de la mañana

Ya sin rimmel que enmascara

Al besarla me di cuenta

Que esa diosa, que ese cielo

Que esa luna era lucero

Me callé, no dije nada

Y al partir me pregunté

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Y esa piel de canela, de bronce, de miel?

Cosas de la vida

Cosas de la vida

Cosas de la vida

He asked me to sign him

At the edge of your driveway

Please

And that something wrote to him

Of that passionate letter

Please

where do you say you love

With the force of the seas

With the force of the wind

With his soul and with his flesh…

Of course, dear friend

how much you want, how much you ask

lovesick already so young

Despite that beauty

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

you seem to me something apart

If you expect me to change

Please

That's where we'll get lost

To talk and get to know each other

Please

And in a small time bar

a roadside place

swingers

E interiors with bedrooms;

Between music and darkness

Dance and smoke, talk and drink

We spent many hours

Until I see sunrise

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

Coming out of that cave

Already with morning light

No longer mascara that masks

When I kissed her I realized

That goddess, that sky

That moon was star

I kept quiet, I didn't say anything

And when I left I asked myself

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

And that skin of cinnamon, bronze, honey?

Life things

Life things

Life things