Francesca Battistelli
Francesca Battistelli - Free To Be Me Spaanse vertaling songtekst
Je score:
Libre para ser yo
a mis veinte años, yo sigo buscando un sueño una guerra ya se libro por mi destino pero tu has ganado la batalla y tu has conseguido grandes planes para mi pero yo no puedo siempre ver coro porque tengo abolladuras en mi defensa porque tengo unos rasguños en mis jeans intento juntar todas las piezas pero la perfeccion es mi enemiga por mi misma soy tan torpe pero en tus hombros yo veo que soy libre para ser yo misma. y seras libre de ser tu cuando yo era pequeña, yo pense que lo habia entendido pero a veces pienso que no tengo nada bueno para ofrecer pero tu miras a tu corazon y me dices que tengo todo lo que buscas y es facil de creer. incluso cuando coro
Free To Be Me
At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream A war's already waged For my destiny But you've already won the battle And you've got great plans for me Though I can't always see 'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy On my own I'm so clumsy But on your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out See, my life would turn out right And I'd make it here somehow But things don't always come that easy And sometimes I would doubt, oh 'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy On my own I'm so clumsy But on your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me And you're free to be you Sometimes I believe That I can do anything Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring But you look at my heart and you tell me That I've got all you seek And it's easy to believe Even though 'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy On my own I'm so clumsy But on your shoulders I can see 'Cause I got a couple dents in my fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy On my own I'm so clumsy But on your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me And you're free to be you