Who was going to tell me

Quien Me Lo Iba A Decir

De tus labios, de tu tibio cuerpo,
de tus noches, de tu fuego y de tu piel,
de tu amor él era el dueño.

Tus caricias, todos tus secretos,
el tesoro ajeno de tu dulce miel,
lo que nunca imaginé.

Quién me iba a decir,
que serías la lluvia y yo la tempestad.
Quién me iba a decir
que tenías la cura de mi enfermedad.
Quién me iba a decir
que serías la sangre de mi corazón.
Quién me iba a decir
que tenías la paz que tanto me faltó.

Por eso qué más da,
que la gente viene y va.
Dime, qué mas da
si tu vientre es mi verdad.
Por eso, qué más da
que este mundo esté al revés.
Dime, qué mas da
si me besas otra vez.

Tú, la inalcanzable, la imposible,
la mujer que yo esperaba un día tener,
la razón de mis deseos.

Tú la deseable, la impasible,
ángel prisionero de quien no te ve,
la que yo siempre soñé

Quién me iba a decir,
que serías la lluvia y yo la tempestad.
Quién me iba a decir,
que tenías la cura de mi enfermedad.
Quién me iba a decir,
que serías la sangre de mi corazón.
Quién me iba a decir,
que tenías la paz que tanto me faltó.

Por eso, qué más da,
que la gente viene y va.
Dime, qué mas da,
si tu vientre es mi verdad.
Por eso, qué más da
que este mundo esté al revés.
Dime, qué más da,
si me besas otra vez.

Sólo me basta la verdad
de mi calor en tu humedad
cayendo por tu cuerpo… oh.
Eres mi billete al más allá,
de donde no quiero regresar
si muere el universo...
qué mas da.

(Quién me iba a decir)
(Quién me iba a decir)

Quién me iba a decir,
que serías la lluvia y yo la tempestad.
Quién me iba a decir,
que tenías la cura de mi enfermedad.
Quién me iba a decir,
que serías la sangre de mi corazón.
Quién me iba a decir,
que tenías la paz que tanto me faltó.

Por eso qué más da,
si la gente viene, viene y va
dime, qué más da
qué mas da, qué mas da,
por eso qué más da,
que este mundo esté al revés,
dime, qué mas da
si me besas otra vez.

Who was going to tell me

Of your lips, of your lukewarm body,
Of your nights, of your fire and your skin,
Of your love that he was the owner.

Your caresses, all of your secrets
The foreign treasure of your sweet honey,
What I never imagined.

Who was going to tell me
That you would be the rain and me the storm.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the cure of my disease.
Who was going to tell me
That you would be the blood of my heart.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the calm I needed so much.

For this what more gives,
That people come and go.
Tell me what more gives,
If your belly is my truth.
For this what more gives,
That this world is from the opposite side.
Tell me what more gives,
If you kiss me again.

You, the unattainable, the impossible,
The woman I was hoping to have someday,
The reason of my desires.

You, the desirable, the impassible,
Angel prisoner of whom doesn’t see you
The woman I always dreamed.

Who was going to tell me
That you would be the rain and me the storm.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the cure of my disease.
Who was going to tell me
That you would be the blood of my heart.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the calm I needed so much.

For this what more gives,
That people come and go.
Tell me what more gives,
If your belly is my truth.
For this what more gives,
That this world is from the opposite side.
Tell me what more gives,
If you kiss me again.

Only the truth is enough to me
Of my heat in your humidity
Falling by your body … oh.
You are the ticket to beyond,
From where I don’t want to return.
If the universe dies…
What more gives.

(Who was going to tell me)
(Who was going to tell me)

Who was going to tell me
That you would be the rain and me the storm.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the cure of my disease.
Who was going to tell me
That you would be the blood of my heart.
Who was going to tell me
That you would have the calm I needed so much.

For this what more gives,
If the people come, come and go
Tell me what more gives,
What more gives, what more gives.
For this what more gives,
That this world is from the opposite side.
Tell me what more gives,
If you kiss me again.

Who was going to tell me!