Conan Gray - Heather (COVER by María Virginia Guevara Peniche

Esta es una canción que toda persona que ha vivido se sentiría identificado.

Yo también estuve enamorada de alguien que amaba a otra.
Y veía sus ojos iluminarse cada vez que la tenía en su mirada.
Y yo me moría.

También use su suéter, y aunque era solo tela su perfume me envolvía y me estimulaba como un sildenafil.

Y lo amo.

Sacaba lo mejor de mi.
Mis mejores sonrisas.
Mis mayores esfuerzos.

Y sacaba lo peor de mi.
Mis más grandes celos.
Rechazo propio hacía mi persona.

Porque no podía ser Heather.
No era un ángel.
No soy fuerte.
Ella era más linda que yo.
Su hebras negras de cabello le llegaban hasta la cintura.
Y sus ojos grandes azabaches sonreían cuando sonreían.

Y me hacía preguntar; si mi cabello fuese negro.
Y mis curvas más femeninas.
Si yo fuese Heather
¿Me amarías?

Desearía ser Heather.

English translation

This is a song that every person who has lived would feel identified.

I was also in love with someone who loved another.
And I saw his eyes light up every time he had it in his gaze.
And I was dying.

I also wore her sweater, and although it was only fabric her perfume enveloped me and stimulated me like a sildenafil.

And I love it.

It brought out the best in me.
My best smiles.
My best efforts.

And it brought out the worst in me.
My greatest jealousy.
Self-rejection of myself.

Because it couldn't be Heather.
It was not an angel.
I am not strong.
She was prettier than me.
His black strands of hair reached down to his waist.
And her big jet black eyes smiled when they smiled.

And it made me wonder; If my hair was black
And my most feminine curves.
If i was heather
You love Me?

I wish I was Heather.