Viure Sense Tu

Living Without You

Viure Sense Tu

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's endingDolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Point and beginning of living without youPunt i principi de viure sense tu.

I didn't know that you would also give meJo no sabia que també me donaries
Manuals of geographyManuals de geografia,
Hundred Mondays in one drawingCent dillunsos a un dibuix.

What did I know about breaths that metJo què sabia d'alens que se trobaven,
About hairs that tangledDe cabells que s'embullaven,
About hands and perfumesDe mans i de perfums.

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's endingDolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Point and beginning of living without youPunt i principi de viure sense tu.

I didn't know that in the night you would taste meJo no sabia que en sa nit me tastaries,
They were tastes that swamEren gustos que nedaven
Between mouths and cornersEntre boques i racons.

I didn't know that afterwards I'd get killedJo no sabia que després me mataria
By your stareSa teva mirada
That cries and says noQue plora i diu que no.

And comes a day when life becomes a playI arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Which is called happinessQue se diu felicitat,
Spring and orange blossomsPrimavera i trinaranjus
With whom you loved the mostAmb qui més has estimat,
I give you my lifeTe regal sa meva vida
And without you, I don't want itI sense tu ja no me val.

And then the evening passes and you look at meI s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
So close that it hurtsTan a prop que me fa mal,
The Sun sets and it still rainsQue surt es sol i encara plou,
That I love you too much and too littleQue t'estim massa i massa poc,
And I don't know what's going onQue no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Are we friends? Are we lovers?Que som amics, que som amants.

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's endingDolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Point and beginning of living without youPunt i principi de viure sense tu.

I didn't know that you would also give meJo no sabia que també me donaries
Manuals of geographyManuals de geografia,
Hundred Mondays in one drawingCent dillunsos a un dibuix.

What did I know about breaths that metJo què sabia d'alens que se trobaven,
About hairs that tangledDe cabells que s'embullaven,
About hands and perfumesDe mans i de perfums.

I didn't know that in the night you would taste meJo no sabia que en sa nit me tastaries,
They were tastes that swamEren gustos que nedaven
Between mouths and cornersEntre boques i racons.

I didn't know that afterwards I'd be killedJo no sabia que després me mataria
By your stareSa teva mirada
That cries and says noQue plora i diu que no.

And comes a day when life becomes a playI arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Which is called happinessQue se diu felicitat,
Spring and orange blossomsPrimavera i trinaranjus
With whom you loved the mostAmb qui més has estimat,
I give you my lifeTe regal sa meva vida
And without you, I don't want itI sense tu ja no me val.

And then the evening passes and you look at meI s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
So close that it hurtsTan a prop que me fa mal,
The Sun sets and it still rainsQue surt es sol i encara plou,
That I love you too much and too littleQue t'estim massa i massa poc,
And I don't know what's going onQue no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Are we friends? Are we lovers?Que som amics, que som amants.

And comes a day when life becomes a playI arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre
Which is called happinessQue se diu felicitat,
Spring and orange blossomsPrimavera i trinaranjus
With whom you loved the mostAmb qui més has estimat,
I give you my lifeTe regal sa meva vida
And without you, I don't want itI sense tu ja no me val.

And then the evening passes and you look at meI s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires
So close that it hurtsTan a prop que me fa mal,
The Sun sets and it still rainsQue surt es sol i encara plou,
That I love you too much and too littleQue t'estim massa i massa poc,
And I don't know what's going onQue no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,
Are we friends? Are we lovers?Que som amics, que som amants.

Sweet kiss, it tastes like it's endingDolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba,
Point and beginning of living without youPunt i principi de viure sense tu.