'Me recuerda a ella'

.Mi cancion favorito de semana.

Me recuerda a ella - Sergio Contreras

Your eyes are two lights to the dawn,
those that illuminates my to walk,
your kisses are my poison
that every day I drink and is that by you I die.
They have said to me that eras different,
that you are half crazy, crazy to tie,
your words cannot be but wise
I take your blood, noneven to love.
Your life an encyclopedia
on a world that I did not see,
a flamenco, gypsy image
that flock the gray dawn.
Your hands are doves to the air
when a touch is necessary to listen,
that tired and hurt guitar
that in the street of judería
they are lost of madrugá.

It fills to you of essence in your chair of nea,
the guitar in your chest
to caress would want it,
I feel that the soul is divided
when the dawn arrives and I am to your side.
It fills to you of essence in your chair of nea,
the guitar in your chest
to caress would want it,
I feel that the soul is divided
when the dawn arrives and I am to your side.

What I make if to what alive
it remembers me to her,
if to what I do remembers her?
What I make if to what alive
it remembers me to her,
if to what I do remembers to me?

What I make if to what alive
it remembers to me,
if to what I do remembers to me?
If those streets that of your hand I crossed
now they shout in your absence,
I miss to you princess.
I do not have pa much more entregarte,
my illusion, my tenderness, my moments,
I do not have decirte much more,
that I hope to you, that I want to you.
How many times I prepared a perfect speech?
Trying to lie and to evade
thus my feelings
that today they hang the poster of complete gauging
because of you I am full.

The streets of Cordova abren pa you,
this song flies direct,
it inside leaves me when seeing it him suffering,
master to say it Felipe,
to see if he begins thus.
Your hands are doves to the air
when a touch is necessary to listen,
that tired and hurt guitar
that in the street of judería
they are lost of madrugá.