Description
Producer, Performer: Zenet
Guitars: Julián Olivares
Soprano Saxophone: Aaron Pozón
Percussion: Ramón Gonsales
Acoustic Bass: Reiner Elizarde
Sound Engineer: Ernesto Santana
Composer, Author: Antonio Mellado
Composer, Author: Julián Olivares
Composer, Author: Juanlu Mora
Lyrics and translation
Original
No quiero que me esperes, ni quiero yo esperarte.
Con mi nombre en tu boca, con el sueño a favor.
Quiero decirte cosas y no perder la voz.
No quiero abandonarme en el mar de tus abrazos.
Quiero ser yo contigo, entrelazar los pasos.
Lo que quiero es amarte con todo y sin dolor.
Palabras, palabras. Yo hablo, tú hablas.
Te abrazo, me abrazas y entiendo al final que no nos salva el amor, lo que nos salva es amar.
No quiero acostumbrarme ni quiero tu costumbre.
Quiero que tus olvidos no se acuerden de mí.
Quiero vivir contigo y no morir por ti.
No quiero acompañarte a un exilio de besos.
Quiero que nuestros vasos susurren la canción que bailan los amantes en noches de pasión.
Que se llene la casa de luz y de palabras, de asombros y de calma, y se entienda al final que no nos salva el amor, lo que nos salva es amar.
Palabras, palabras. Yo hablo, tú hablas.
Te abrazo, me abrazas y entiendo al final que no nos salva el amor, lo que nos salva es amar.
Que no nos salva el amor, lo que nos salva es amar.
English translation
I don't want you to wait for me, nor do I want to wait for you.
With my name in your mouth, with the dream in favor.
I want to tell you things and not lose my voice.
I don't want to abandon myself in the sea of your hugs.
I want to be me with you, intertwine the steps.
What I want is to love you with everything and without pain.
Words, words. I speak, you speak.
I hug you, you hug me and I understand in the end that love does not save us, what saves us is love.
I don't want to get used to it nor do I want your habit.
I want your forgetfulness not to remember me.
I want to live with you and not die for you.
I don't want to accompany you to an exile of kisses.
I want our glasses to whisper the song that lovers dance on nights of passion.
May the house be filled with light and words, with wonder and calm, and in the end it will be understood that love does not save us, what saves us is love.
Words, words. I speak, you speak.
I hug you, you hug me and I understand in the end that love does not save us, what saves us is love.
Love does not save us, what saves us is love.