Primavera nunca fué - Tiziano Ferro

Me excuso, me disculpo

Luego acuso el golpe y uso

Irona en mis palabras

Lo lamento te he fallado y basta

Hoy para m es fiesta grande

Me tomo sonriente la victoria

Y entretanto quise desnudarte

Se siente dices sonriente

Se siente y tu boca miente

Se siente se siente se

Siente lengua de serpiente

Se siente hablas entre dientes

La historia nuestra en como una ventana en primavera

Que se abre fcilmente y que se queda siempre abierta

Aspirando los perfumes de un verano que se espera

Llegar, pero no llega, y el pensamiento vuela

Y la atencin recae slo sobre cosas bellas

El prado iluminado, las blancas margaritas

Mas luego cae la nieve y primavera nunca fue

Mas luego cae la nieve y primavera nunca fue

Me acuso, soy un burro

Yo no abuso nunca de tu calma

Slo he sido brusco, no un obtuso

Que gran diferencia

Ha sido una de entre tantas

Historias que terminan

Paciencia, quin se siente un gusano verde

Se siente dices sonriente

Se siente y tu boca miente

Se siente se siente se siente lengua de serpiente

Se siente hablas entre dientes

La historia nuestra

Los brazos apretados contra el pecho en gesto duro

Esa expresin, los morros tpicos

Que nunca perders

Y frente a un capuccino tus labios con espuma

Yo vagamente ertico a ti te mirar

Saboreando el gesto indiscutible que has perdido

Dulce y tan ingenuo, como mis mordiscos

Y cunto error acumulado y yo sin comprenderlo

Que para darte gusto hay que saber paladearlo

Lento, suavemente

Con cabeza, levemente

Comenzando desde cero

Disfrutando hasta irse

La historia nuestra

La historia nuestra

I apologize, I apologize

Then I accuse the blow and use

Iron in my words

I'm sorry I failed you and that's enough

Today for me is a big party

I take victory smiling

And meanwhile I wanted to undress you

It feels you say smiling

It feels and your mouth lies

it feels it feels it

feel snake tongue

It feels like you mumble

Our story in like a window in spring

That opens easily and always stays open

Inhaling the perfumes of a summer that is expected

To arrive, but it does not arrive, and the thought flies

And attention falls only on beautiful things

The illuminated meadow, the white daisies

But then the snow falls and spring never was

But then the snow falls and spring never was

I accuse myself, I'm a donkey

I never abuse your calm

I have only been abrupt, not an obtuse

What a big difference

It has been one of many

stories that end

Patience, who feels like a green worm

It feels you say smiling

It feels and your mouth lies

It feels, it feels, it feels like a snake's tongue

It feels like you mumble

our story

Arms pressed against the chest in a hard gesture

That expression, the typical snouts

that you will never lose

And in front of a cappuccino your lips with foam

I vaguely erotic look at you

Savoring the indisputable gesture that you have lost

Sweet and so naive, like my bites

And how much accumulated error and I without understanding it

That to please you you have to know how to savor it

slowly, gently

With head, slightly

starting from scratch

enjoying until leaving

our story

our story