Porque en tu boca encuentro
la rebeldia mas rebelde
llevo amparo a mis deseos mas ocultos
esos que son descubiertos
por la poca verguenza de tus labios incansdescentes.
Because in your mouth I find
the most rebellious rebelliousness
I offer shelter to my most secret desires
the ones which are uncovered
by the little shame of your incandescent lips
Ay amor si supieras descifrar la maravilla
ay amor si yo supiera la maravilla que me das
Oh darling, if you knew how to decipher this wonder
oh darling, if I knew the wonder you give to me
Estribillo
Antes de ti,antes de ti
ya soņaba con tu amor
y cuando te conoci n habia comparacion
antes de ti,antes de ti
el cielo quise tocar
y ahora en cambio vivo alli
desde que te vi llegar
Before you, before you
I was already dreaming of your love
and when I met you there was no comparison
before you, before you
I wanted to touch heaven
but now instead, I live in it
since I saw you arrive
Tu boca no se caya
tu libertad va con mi suerte
tus palabras resucitan a las mias cuando mueren
tu boca que no vacila ante la sorda injusticia
me gusta verte valiente cuando luchas la mentira
Your mouth doesn't keep quiet
your freedom is according to my luck
your words bring mine back to life upon their death
your mouth doesn't hesitate before deaf injustice
I like to see how brave you are when you fight against lies
Ay amor si supieras descifrar la maravilla
ay mor si yo supiera la maravilla que me das
Estribillo
Antes de ti,antes de ti
ya soņaba con tu amor
y cuando te conoci no habia comparacion
antes de ti,antes de ti
el cielo quise tocar
y ahora en cambio vivo alli
desde que te vi llegar
Antes de ti,antes de ti
ya soņaba con tu amor
Antes de ti,antes de ti
antes de ti yo no era nada
antes de ti,antes de ti
el cielo quise tocar
antes de ti,antes de ti
desde que te vi llegar...
Before you, before you
I was dreaming of your love already
before you, before you I was nothing
before you, before you
I wanted to touch heaven
before you, before you
since I first saw you arrive
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember. ― Terry Pratchett.