Buscandote
Panteón Rococó
Looking for you
It has started to rain,
And with the rain I can't see you no-no, no-no.
Wet in the street, I mock my shadow
Feeling the loneliness a bit deep.
And I have started to understand
That this pride doesn't let you be
The one who loves me, the one who wants me,
The one who would give me her whole life for me.
And listening and listening
To the clock passing the hours,
Destroying time like this,
Every night that passes devours me.
And every minute like this, being far from you,
Mocking my shadow, looking for you.
Tearing on a path with no fixed destination,
Mocking my shadow, looking for you.
Oh love, how I would like to wrap you in silk
And give you a thousand nights like this.
How I would like to whisper in your ear
That I feel happy dreaming of you.
How I would like to forget my anxieties
And give you these withered caresses.
How I would like to tell you that
I have spent the years of my life looking for you.
Looking for you, looking for you, looking for you...
I have spent the nights and days
Thinking about the joy you bring
When I see you pass by, when I watch you pass by.
And you, never looking back,
Not giving yourself the luxury of observing,
Not knowing how much I have searched for you,
You have not stopped being found.
And after so much time,
And my body doesn't tire.
And looking at you from afar,
How much time is left.
And to fly, and to fly, while the hours pass by,
Running in every direction, causing a revolution.
Sheltered in the silence of this absurd situation
And feeling my heart pounding as it beats.
Oh love, how I would like to wrap you in silk
And give you a thousand nights like this.
How I would like to whisper in your ear
That I feel happy being with you.
How I would like to forget my anxieties
And give us these withered caresses.
How I would like to tell you that
I have spent the years of my life looking for you.
Looking for you,
Looking for you...
I have spent the nights and days
And no, you wouldn't believe me if I told you
That every time I see you my heart stops.
That seeing you makes me feel like I'm having a heart attack.
That maybe my mind has lost its reason,
Trying to compose this stupid song.