Texty: Andrea Bocelli. Momentos.

(Tony Renis / Julio Iglesias)

De noche nos pasabamos las horas
hablando de mil cosas por hacer
y a veces en pequenas discusiones
llegaba a amanecer.

Y siempre amanecia con un beso y tu,
despues me preparabas un cafe
y yo me despedia cada dia
sonando con volver.

Parabamos el tiempo dia a dia
queria descubrirte cada vez
prendido de tu vida
y tu prendida de la mia
el mundo parecia a nuestros pies.

Ya ves que todo pasa,
quien diria
ya ves que poco queda del ayer
apenas los recuerdos
momentos que no vuelven otra vez.

Te acuerdas de las veces que dijimos,
que nada nos podria separar
el viento que escuchaba tus palabras
cantaba tu cantar.

Y yo me cobijaba por tu cuerpo,
y tu echabas los sentidos a volar
perdidos en la noche y el silencio
sonabamos sonar.

La vida se hace siempre de momentos,
de cosas que no sueles valorar
y luego cuando pierdes
cuando al fin te has dado cuenta
el tiempo no
te deja regresar.

Ya ves que todo pasa,
quien diria
ya ves que poco queda por contar
apenas los recuerdos
momentos que no vuelven nunca mas.

English translation:
Moments

At night we spent the hours
speaking of thousand things to do
and sometimes the small discussions
last till dawn arrives.

And always it came with a kiss and you,
later prepared a coffee
for me and I left every day
dreaming about returning.

We stopped time day by day
wanted to discover every time
of your life
and it seemed like you brought
the world to our feet.

Or you see that it all happen,
who would say or you see that little
it is left of yesterday as soon as
the remembered moments do not
return anymore.

You remember the times that we said,
that nothing could separate us
the wind that listened to your words
sang your singing

And I sheltered myself with your body,
and you threw our senses to fly
lost in the night and the silence
we dreamed to dream.

The life is always made of moments,
of things that usually you do not value
and soon when you lose
when in the end it has occurred
you count the time that does not
allow you to return.

Or you see all that happens,
who would say
you see how little there is
to tell as soon as the remembered
moments never return anymore.