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19 de octubre de 2012

Algo contigo (Los Panchos)



Algo contigo

¿Hace falta que te diga
que me muero por tener algo contigo?
¿Es que no te has dado cuenta
de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo?
Ya no puedo acercarme a tu boca
sin deseártela de una manera loca,
necesito controlar tu vida,
saber quién te besa, quién te abriga.

¿Hace falta que te diga
que me muero por tener algo contigo?
¿Es que no te has dado cuenta
de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo?
Ya me quedan muy pocos caminos
y aunque pueda parecerte un desatino,
no quisiera yo morirme sin tener
algo contigo.

Ya no puedo continuar espiando
tu llegada día y noche adivinando,
ya no sé con qué inocente excusa
pasar por tu casa.
Ya me quedan muy pocos caminos
y aunque pueda parecerte un desatino,
no quisiera yo morirme sin tener
algo contigo,
algo contigo,
algo contigo.
Something with you

Do I need to tell you
that I die to have something with you?
Did not have you realized
how difficult is for me being only your friend?
I can't being close your mouth
without wishing it madly,
I need to control your life,
knowing who kisses you, who warms you.

Do I need to tell you
that I die to have something with you?
Did not have you realized
how difficult is for me being only your friend?
I still have very few roads
and although it seems a folly,
I would not want to die without having
something with you.

I can't go on spying
your arrival day and night guessing,
I don't know with what innocent excuse
I can go to your house.
I still have very few roads
and although it seems a folly,
I would not want to die without having
something with you,
something with you,
something with you.

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