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Hi, i m Manuj from-Lucknow,India .These are my second Chords with Songs on Internet... manuj_thegreat@yahoo.com don_dragon@sify.com devil_thedemon@sify.com COSAS DEL AMOR A#....F...C...F ..A#....F...C...F
A#Que me importa el CaFlvario Csi amarte es suFfrir, A#Aunque juegues con caFrtas CmarcFadas. DmLo que importa es lasF noches Cpasadas sFin ti, A#aunque a cambio meF rompas Cel alFma. A#'Que me importa laF vida! C'De que sirte Fvivir A#si me falta tu Fcuerpo CcalieFnte' A#Lo que importa es tocaFrte Cy apagar esta Fsad, A#que tan solo me Fapaga tu CfuenFte.
A#Que sin ti nada Ftiene valor, C oh.....F.no A#y por eso soy tuFyo, CTe esclavo y Fsenor.
A#Cosas del amor, F cosas de la CviFda: A#Tu eres mi aguila Freal, yo soyC tu gacela heriFda.
A#Cosas de tu carne,F cosas de tu CpieFl, A#que me arrastra por las Folas como baCrco de papFel.
A#Cosas del amor,F cosas de la CvidFa: A#tu me haces el Fdolor y me cCuras las herFidas.
A#Cosas de tu cuerpFo, cosas de miC vozF A#predicando en el desFierto de tu absuCrdo coraFzon.
'Para que quiero aire si respiro de ti' 'Para que quiero luz ni ventanas' Si me basta sentirte amarrada a tu piel, y saber que a tu modo me amas. Que me importa esperarte una y mil veces mas si al final tu me inundas el tiempo. Lo que importa es mirarte en silencio y saber que tal vez sin tenerte te tengo. Que sin ti nada tiene valor, y por eso soy tuyo esclavo y senor. Cosas del amor, cosas de la vida: Tu eres mi aguila real, yo soy tu gacela herida. Cosas de tu carne, cosas de tu piel, que me arrastra por las olas como barco de papel Cosas del amor, cosas de la vida: tu me haces el dolor y me curas las heridas. Cosas de tu cuerpo, cosas de mi voz predicando en el desierto de tu absurdo corazon..............till fade TILL WHOLE SONG IS LIKE THIS CHECK OUT THIS ENGLISH TRANSLATION-- THINGS OF LOVE What does the Calvary matter if to love you is to suffer Or that you play with marked cards What matters are the nights spent with you, even if in return you tear my soul What do I care about life' What's the point of living if I don't have your hot body' What matters is to touch you and to quench this thirst, that only your fountain quenches for me. Without you nothing has value, and for that I'm yours, slave and gentleman Things of love Things of life You are my golden eagle And I'm your injured gazelle Things of your flesh Things of your skin That drags me through the waves like a paper boat Things of love, Things of life You cause me pain and you heal my wounds Things of your body, things of my voice preaching in the desert about your absurd heart Why do I want air if I breath of you' Why do I want light or windows if to feel you on my skin is enough and to know that you love me anyway What does it matter to wait for you a thousand and one more times If in the end you eliminate the time What matters is to see you in silence and to know that perhaps without having you I have you. That with out you nothing has value and that's why I'm yours, slave and gentleman Things of love Things of life You are my golden eagle And I'm your injured gazelle Things of your flesh Things of your skin That drags me through the waves like a paper boat Things of love, Things of life You cause me pain and you heal my wounds Things of your body, things of my voice preaching in the desert about your absurd heart