Literatura Rusa (Jesús Yañez)
Title: Literatura Rusa (2017) (ESP/MEX)
Runtime: 4′
Based on the story: The Man Who Loved Flowers
Director(s): Jesús Yañez
(Script-)writer(s): José Madero
Producer(s): José Madero Vizcaíno
Members: José Madero, Ricardo Treviño Mesa, Jorge “Kross” Vázquez, Arturo Arredondo
Cast: David Eidelstein and Lisette de Later
Additional Crew: José Antonio Badía, Gabriela Ruiz, Jorge Yapor, Cynthia Yanez, Jesús Genaro Limón
The video shows us a happy young man on spring days, kind to people and handsome, who continues on his way until he reaches a young woman who similarly rejects the flowers and attacks him with his hammer. Sung by José Madero
Note: This is not an official Dollar Baby until proven otherwise.
| Spanish Letras | English Lyrics |
| Creo que el cuatro nunca espera al tres Supongo el tres nunca ha esperado al dos Tú sigues ese ejemplo numérico La diferencia que aquí, yo te espero Total, un tiempo más, ¿qué más da? La vida ya me prestó de más ¿Qué más da? Dame otra oportunidad Hasta el peor, creo, se la dan Cuando te tiene cerca, pegadas sus cabezas Todo lo que te murmura Ser él es mi fantasía, pues sus palabras son mías Para ti para siempre Creo que el lunes nunca espera al domingo Tampoco nunca me ha esperado a mí Se parece a ti Yo te esperaré aquí Como montaña, las montañas no sienten Ellas no sienten dolor, no sienten vacío, no Dame segunda oportunidad Realmente creo merecerla Cuando te tiene cerca, pegadas sus cabezas Todo lo que te murmura Ser él es mi fantasía, pues sus palabras son mías Para ti para siempre | I think four never waits for three I guess three has never waited for two You follow that numerical example The difference here, I wait for you Overall, one more time, what difference does it make? Life has already given me too much What difference does it make? give me another chance Even the worst, I think, are given it When he has you close, your heads close together Everything that whispers to you Being him is my fantasy, because his words are mine For you forever I think Monday never waits for Sunday He has never waited for me either It looks like you I will wait for you here Like a mountain, mountains do not feel They don’t feel pain, they don’t feel emptiness, they don’t Give me a second chance I really think I deserve it When he has you close, his heads close together Everything that whispers to you Being him is my fantasy, because his words are mine For you forever |
