Con Diez Años Más...
Sandro
With Ten More Years...
First of the month, fake skin,
glass stockings, accidentally torn...
And in your nakedness, I can see...
ten years of you, just ten, nothing more.
You want to smile and pretend
that your youth no longer exists...
I smile too, what does it matter...
first of the month... and ten more years.
Ten more years ago
your skin fresher,
your laughter, my desire and your innocence...
The same youth with its recklessness,
the same inexperience in love...
We had to learn to get to know each other,
arm ourselves with patience and coexist...
To fulfill what we said, and in the end...
years passed that will never come back.
No, don't smile anymore... stop pretending...
Tomorrow you'll have your glass skin...
Today I smile, what does it matter...
first of the month... and ten more years!
Ten more years ago, your skin fresher,
your laughter, my desire and your innocence...
The same youth with its recklessness,
the same inexperience in love...
No, don't smile anymore... stop pretending...
Tomorrow you'll have your glass skin...
Today I smile, what does it matter...
first of the month... and ten more years!
first of the month... and ten more years!
first of the month... and ten more years!
I have your love... and ten more years!
First of the month... and ten more years!
