Sangtekst: Shakira. Dia De Enero.

:
Te conoci un dia de enero,
con la luna en mi nariz
Y como vi que eras sincero
En tus ojos me perdi

Que torpe distraccion
Y que dulce sensacion

Y ahora que andamos por el mundo
Como Eneas y Benitin
Ya te encontre varios rasgunos
Que te hicieron por ahi

Pero mi loco amor
Es tu mejor doctor

Voy a curarte el alma en duelo
Voy a dejarte como nuevo
Y todo va a pasar
Pronto veras el sol brillar

Tu mas que nadie merecer ser feliz

Ya vas a ver como van sanando
Poco a poco tus heridas
Ya vas a ver como va
La misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del mar

Y aunque hayas sido un extranjero
hasta en tu propio pais
Si yo te digo ?que dices tu?
Tu aun dices ?que decis?
Y lloras de emocion oyendo un bandoneon

Y aunque parezcas despistado con ese caminar pausado
Conozco la razon que hace doler tu corazon
Por eso quise hacerte esta cancion

Ya vas a ver como van sanando
Poco a poco tus heridas
Ya vas a ver como va
La misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del mar


JANUARY DAY

I met you one January day,
With the moon on my nose
And seeing you were sincere
in your eyes, i lost myself

What a clusmy distraction
And what a sweet sensation

And now that we're walking around the world
Like Eneas and Benetin
I've already noticed the many cuts
That they inflicted on you along the way

But my crazy love
Is your doctor

I'm going to cure your mourning soul
I'm going to leave you like new
And everything's going to pass
Soon, you will see the sun shine

You, more than anyone, deserve to be happy

Soon you will see
Your wounds healing little by little
Soon you will see how life itself
Will decant the excess salt from the sea

And although you've been a foreigner
even in your own country
If i ask 'how do you say' (Colombian Accent)
You still say 'what did you say' (Argentinean Accent)
And you cry with emotion listening to a bandoneon

And though you seem absent minded with that lazy walk
i know what causes your heart to ache
that's why i wanted to make you this song

You're going to see how little by little
Your wounds are going to heal
You're going to see how life itself
Will decant the excess salt from the sea