sambra1 | La canta en engles “aora”

Me no parla engles, ma me va atenta scriver la canta asi, pardona per
me asustante engles:

Now that time has passed, I shelved the competition: I see more
clearly, I hear better. I give thanks for have arrived here

Now that the years have passed intensely lived, squeezed, I remain fit,
I am not tired and I have decided to delay the end.

Now I can say higher, but I can not more clear,
Of everything in the world I loved is a song, a theatre and you.

Now they can not to hurt me, that I have their applause and your kisses:
That boring, that unfortunate, "sin me ave tu a me lado, sin me pote
catar a vos".

Now I can say higher, but I can not more clear,
Of everything in the world I loved is a song, a theatre and you.

Now without remorse or forgiveness, or a bad excuse to give to forget.
The conscience calm, a deep peace,
" a me modo" I have given all that I am.

Now I can say higher, but I can not more clear,
Of everything in the world I loved is a song, a theatre and you
Is a song, a theatre and you
is a song, a theatre and you
Now I can say higher, but I can not more clear.