20 years
we drank in one gulp,
sharing emotions.
How many things to accumulate...
20 years.
We are lives that touched each other
casually, we didn't even think about it...
and I could caress your lyrics.
We walked without giving our lips a rest,
and we let time and the noise of noise pass by the uncertainty
when something new is going to sound;
and our love is bulletproof
and it grows with battles.
I bring you the memories that you and I create;
emotions that I have on fire in me, for you;
what I learned and what I dreamed;
the 20 turns that we took around this sun, I bring you .
In case you forget that we told each other
that although time has erased me
a million from my verses,
there is nothing that takes away that flavor from me.
20 years, 20 years, 20 years, 20 years... with you.
20 years
in music I bring you.
I am the frame, you are the painting.
And it only paints your voice, without a doubt.
What's the point of so much scenery?
so many eyes, if we don't look;
so many hands; so much song?
And this is what I bring you as an anniversary gift:
from the beginning, what we swore,
my song and my voice, as hoarse as our love.
Our love that is bulletproof
and you have been shooting at me for so long.
I bring you as an anniversary gift
those things that I never said and that I owe you, sweetheart.
As it is for you that my passion resists.
I don't bring you a thousand brand new expensive dresses;
nothing more than this simple melody and this voice,
and a caress for your lyrics that still fill me with emotion.
20 years, 20 years, 20 years...
I bring you, I bring you... love.

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