Amor, amar (Camilo Sesto)

Amor, amar Yo no tengo alas para decirte mis heridas y en el cielo pasan nubes, del pájaro de nieve. Amor, si tu dolor fuera mío y el mío tuyo, qué bonito sería, amor, amar. No tengo ventana para asomar mi soledad y hasta los cristales del silencio lloran silencio. Amor, si tu dolor fuera mío y el mío tuyo, qué bonito sería, amor, amar. No tengo hoy ni ayer, pero sí tendré un mañana para volar. Yo voy por las calles con tu nombre cerrado en mi puño y voy arrastrando una bufanda con recuerdos hacia el olvido. Amor, si tu dolor fuera mío y el mío tuyo, qué bonito sería, amor, amar. Cabalgando la noche se acerca tu nombre. Yo no tengo llanto ni caricias y en el aire muchos abanicos negros me anunciaron tu llegada. Amor, si tu dolor fuera mío y el mío tuyo, qué bonito seria, amor, amar.

Loving, my love I don’t have wings to tell you my wounds and there are clouds running by the sky, from snow bird. My love, if your pain were mine and if mine were yours, how nice it would be loving, my love. I don’t have a window to look out my loneliness and even the silent crystals cry silence. My love, if your pain were mine and if mine were yours, how nice it would be loving, my love. I don’t have today or yesterday, but I will have a tomorrow for flying. I go by the street with your name enclosed in my fist and I drag a scarf with memories towards oblivion. My love, if your pain were mine and if mine were yours, how nice it would be loving, my love. Riding the night your name is coming close. I don’t have crying or caresses and in the air a lot of black fans announce your arrival. My love, if your pain were mine and if mine were yours, how nice it would be loving, my love.