Afiches
Cruel en el cartel,
La propaganda manda cruel en el cartel.
Y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel
Se vende la ilusion, se rifa el corazón.
Y apareces tu
Vendiendo el último jiron de juventud
Cargandome otra vez la cruz.
Cruel en el cartel
Te ries corazón...
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon.
Ya da la noche a la cancel
Su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel
Y hace con el la primavera.
Pero que! si estan tus cosas
Pero tu no estas
Porque eres algo para todos ya
Como un desnudo de vidriera.
Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios,
Y te perdi...
Yo te di un hogar,
Siempre fui pobre pero yo te di un hogar.
Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar
Luchando para ti
Sangrando para ti.
Luego la verdad
Que es restregarse con arena el paladar,
Y ahogarse sin poder gritar
Que yo te di un hogar.
Fue culpa del amor,
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon.
Ya da la noche a la cancel
Su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel
Y hace con el la primavera.
Pero que! si estan tus cosas
Pero tu no estas
Porque eres algo para todos ya
Como un desnudo de vidriera.
Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios,
Y te perdi...
Posters
Cruel on the poster,
The propaganda commands cruel on the poster.
And in the fetish of a paper poster
Illusions are sold, hearts are raffled.
And there you appear
Selling the last shred of youth
Loading me with the cross again.
Cruel on the poster
You laugh, heart...
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner.
Now the night gives way to the gate
Its skin of dark circles
Now the air wets its brush
And with it makes the spring.
But what! if your things are there
But you are not
Because you are something for everyone already
Like a nude in a shop window.
I fought by your side for you, my god,
And I lost you...
I gave you a home,
I was always poor but I gave you a home.
The smiles of fighting wore me out
Fighting for you
Bleeding for you.
Then the truth
Which is to rub sand on the palate
And drown without being able to scream
That I gave you a home.
It was love's fault,
Makes you want to shoot yourself in a corner.
Now the night gives way to the gate
Its skin of dark circles
Now the air wets its brush
And with it makes the spring.
But what! if your things are there
But you are not
Because you are something for everyone already
Like a nude in a shop window.
I fought by your side for you, my god,
And I lost you...
Escrita por: H. Expósito