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A fiddler on your rooftop

You are as hard as the stone in my lighter
From time to time I wonder if I really love you
You are so cold, ah, like the water that flows free down the mountain
 
CHORUS:
And I don't understand it, it was almost fleeting
The caress of your finger across my back
While it drew a heart
And I ask the heavens to understand this jealousy
That takes over me whenever I can't see you again
 
I ask the moon to light up your life,
Mine has been lying melted down since long ago
Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments
It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive
I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is on your rooftop,
Playing always out of tune when it comes to English
 
You are as dim as the light that lights up my life,
The ripest, forbidden fruit,
So different and yet so alike to the storm that took my life away
 
CHORUS:
And I don't understand it, it was almost fleeting
The caress of your finger across my back
While it drew a heart
And I ask the heavens to understand this jealousy
That takes over me whenever I can't see you again
 
I ask the moon to light up your life,
Mine has been lying melted down since long ago
Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments
It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive
I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is on your rooftop,
Playing always out of tune when it comes to English
 
I ask the moon to light up your life,
Mine has been lying melted down since long ago
Since it is so hard for me to be able to love for even moments
It is better if I don't love you at all, It will be less expensive
I'm fed up with being the sad fiddler that is playing on your rooftop,
Always out of tune when it comes to English
 
And as I search your garbage
The little people of this circus
that one day we set up, are getting taller
But don't have a doubt: Soon I will be free
Because time heals everything,
Because one nail drives out another,
Always out of tune,
And as I search your garbage...
The little people of this circus
that one day we set up, are getting taller
But don't have a doubt...
 
Original lyrics

Un violinista en tu tejado

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