La Primera Versión
La Oreja de Van Gogh
The First Version
The first version of your eyes looking
I lost it for fear of keep looking at you
The first version of your hand and my hand
I gave it to a sculptor to make you a gift
And he kept it
And so I dreamed my first time
Behind you it went away
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
Your way of looking nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in between your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same
The first version of your voice whispering
It tempered my heart somewhat disconsolate
The first version of other lips kissing
I wrote it out of love to see you by my side
And so I dreamed my first time
Behind you it went away
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
Your way of looking nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in between your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same
Innocence left us
The first version of unconsciousness
Surprise was lost
The version of love without essence
Sadness began
The first version of absence
Laziness awoke
The version of a love that drifts away
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
Your way of looking nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in between your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same
