sábado, 13 de octubre de 2007

po-pu-rrí-po-pu-rrí.



Nananananá, nananananá....

It does not move you, it's not the kind of thing that you like.
I think you like me, but not enough.

He does not listen. He is not the kind of guy that I like.
His second skin is so skinny it almost hurts.
It looks like he were floating when he tries to take a walk.
He is not the kind of guy that I like.
Tell me why pourquoi ne pouvons nous jamais être aimés.

Poco a poco van cayendo las hojas del calendario.
Y me dicen que no, que tampoco es hoy,
el día en que tu voz anunciará palabras
que me hagan despertar, de este invierno sin final.

Nananananá, nananananá....

Mis ojos sólo se abren para ti. Mis manos son para tocarte.
Tus ojos nunca se abren para mi. Tus manos no son para tocarme.

Y me dicen que no, que tampoco es hoy, el día.

Nananananá, nananananá....

Just go on touching me. Paradise sounds pretty nice,

but nothing could be better than this. Nothing would better than this.
But it does not move you, it's not the kind of thing that you like.
I think you like me, but not enough.

Y me dicen que no, que tampoco es hoy, el día...

Nananananá, nananananá....
Nananananá, nananananá....



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