Porque cuando la miro
Andy & Lucas
Because when I look at her
Everything was the same, whether you said it or I said it, it was the same,
looking intermittently I understood
the value of that moment that was granting me,
I stopped talking perhaps waiting to hear,
looking her in the face I sensed,
acting crazy, what she sensed.
And that night I understood
that when a woman says I love you,
and that night I understood
that a simple phrase can touch the sky,
and that night I understood
that it was me who didn't want to forget her
because her way of laughing
was the influence of not forgetting her,
I saw how she was moving away from me
more and more every day...
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.
But when I look at her I don't know what happens to me
it's like a fragrance that remains impregnated,
it's like a joy that your body carries,
it makes you smile even in serious moments,
how curious this world they call love,
how beautiful when everything is colorful.
Suddenly he returned,
a sprout of spite that worsened,
I understand your outburst and your reason
but don't argue with me if I love you,
everything was the same, whether you said it or I said it, it was the same,
looking intermittently I understood
the value of that moment that was granting me,
and that night I understood
that it was me who didn't want to forget her
because her way of laughing
was the influence of not forgetting her,
I saw how she was moving away from me
more and more every day...
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.
But when I look at her I don't know what happens to me
it's like a fragrance that remains impregnated,
it's like a joy that your body carries,
it makes you smile even in serious moments,
how curious this world they call love,
how beautiful when everything is colorful.
Because when I look at her face intently
it's like a tickling that brightens my soul,
it's like a nostalgia that I carry inside,
a fantastic world called feelings,
a world of nostalgia and heart,
of words that play with love.