Por Que Tú No Eres Un Coche
Melendi
Because You Are Not a Car
How many nights will I love you?
How many Mondays will I live?
How many moons will I touch with my hand?
How many freckles are on your skin?
How many looks did I need to see
That without your scent breathing becomes painful
Oh, what a strange and complicated thing
This love affair is, when you have it in excess
And when you lack it, the sun doesn't rise
And every night
I look for you at the end of work
I trust that my hug is enough for you
Because I can give you little money
And every doubt, every reproach
I deserve it
It's not just about paying bills
Because you are not a car
How many vices will I overcome?
How long will it take me to overcome them?
How many silent kisses will I steal?
How complicated it can be to always look for an explanation
To a woman's heart
That without your love my walk dies in the bar
Oh, what a strange and complicated thing
This game of chance is
Not always the one who plays a lot wins
Nor always cuts to shuffle
And every night
I look for you at the end of work
I trust that my hug is enough for you
Because I can give you little money
And every doubt, every reproach
I deserve it
It's not just about paying bills
Because you are not a car
And every doubt, every reproach
I deserve it
It's not just about paying bills
Because you are not a car
And every night
I look for you at the end of work
I trust that my hug is enough for you
Because I can give you little money
And every doubt, every reproach
I deserve it
It's not just about paying bills
Because you are not a car
And every doubt, every reproach
I deserve it
It's not just about paying bills, no
Because you are not a car
