Aquella tarde - Sole Gimenez

Aquella tarde, aquel otoño

Aquella lluvia de París

Aquella luna, aquel misterio

Aquel momento tan feliz

¡Tantas son las cosas que no se llegan a decir

Tantos los momentos que nos quedan por vivir!

Aquel aroma, aquellos gestos

Aquella nota en un papel

Aquella estampa, aquel recuerdo

Que dejaste en mi piel

¡Tanta la añoranza, tanta gratitud

Por sentarte ante mi alma y alumbrarla con tu luz!

Si un solo instante son matices

Son las olas en el mar

Que la tormenta te arrebata

Que te llevan a llorar

Para llorar por ti…

Por todo lo que fuiste

Por lo que yo perdí

Me quedaré en aquella tarde

Me vestiré para esperar

Que vuelva el sueño a hacerse grande

Que se vuelva a realizar

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Uh uh uh

Si un solo instante son matices

Son las olas en el mar

Que la tormenta te arrebata

Que te llevan a llorar

Para llorar por ti…

Por todo lo que fuiste

Por lo que yo perdí

Me quedaré en aquella tarde

Me vestiré para esperar

Que vuelva el sueño a hacerse grande

Que se vuelva a realizar

Aquella tarde, aquel otoño

Aquella luna, aquella tarde…

That afternoon, that fall

That rain in Paris

That moon, that mystery

that happy moment

There are so many things that are not said

So many moments that we have left to live!

That aroma, those gestures

That note on a piece of paper

That picture, that memory

What did you leave on my skin?

So much longing, so much gratitude

For sitting before my soul and illuminating it with your light!

If a single moment are nuances

They are the waves in the sea

That the storm snatches you

that make you cry

To cry for you...

for all that you were

for what i lost

I will stay in that afternoon

I will dress to wait

Let the dream come back to become big

Let it be done again

Uh uh uh

Uh uh uh

If a single moment are nuances

They are the waves in the sea

That the storm snatches you

that make you cry

To cry for you...

for all that you were

for what i lost

I will stay in that afternoon

I will dress to wait

Let the dream come back to become big

Let it be done again

That afternoon, that fall

That moon, that afternoon...