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Diciembre (Engels vertaling)

  • Artiest: La Oreja de Van Gogh
  • Nummer: Diciembre 4 vertalingen
  • Vertalingen: Engels #1, #2, Grieks, Koreaans
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December

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If once I wrote your name next to mine on the wall
Today I return to leave flowers in the shade of a cypress
If your voice is no longer my master nor in the art of offending;
Who cares to remember who you once were
or who I fell in love with?
 
If there's nothing left to say
If there's nothing left to keep quiet
How can it be that it hurts so much?
 
Fearless in the hell of remembering
If it's Sunday again when you wake
Stay with me here at my side.
 
When the train of a dead story passes time on the platform
The grass may grow and bury itself at our feet
Who cares who paid for dinner or if we left it unpaid
if the silence drew with the breadcrumbs on the tablecloth?
 
If there's nothing left to say
If there's nothing left to keep quiet
How can it be that it hurts so much?
 
Fearless in the hell of remembering
If it's Sunday again when you wake
Stay with me here at my side.
 
Who cares if we look at each other
if it's always December?
Who cares if you cross your fingers
if you no longer lie to me?
 
Who cares if it rains?
Who cares if we get wet
if under the umbrella
you don't take my arm?
 
Who cares who you once were
if nobody answers?
Who cares if I wait up all night
if when you return you hide away?
 
Who cares about the silence
always so sincere
always so attentive between you and me,
when it can't be helped?
 
Toegevoed door ssleon64ssleon64 op Zat, 16/03/2019 - 23:23
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