Fabricante de Mentiras
Él era un Fabricante de Mentiras
él tenia la historias de cartón.
Su vida era una fábula de lata
sus ojos eran luces de neón.
Y nunca tengas fé
que sus mentiras puedan traer dolor.
Ella era una típica inocente
zapatos negros, medias de algodón
que sólo era féliz en el colegio,
que nunca tuvo en su piel amor.
Inútil es decir
que lo que le dijeron lo creyó.
Querrán saber el fin de nuestra historia,
algunos lo podrán imaginar,
la niña que sin pena y sin gloria
perdió sus medias y su castidad.
Preciso es condenar
al que se burla de nuestra moral.
Pero hay algo que nadie puede explicar:
Porqué la niña ríe
en vez de llorar?
Liar Manufacturer
He was a Liar Manufacturer
he had cardboard stories.
His life was a tin fable
his eyes were neon lights.
And never have faith
that his lies can bring pain.
She was a typical innocent
black shoes, cotton stockings
who was only happy at school,
who never had love on her skin.
It's useless to say
that what they told her she believed.
They will want to know the end of our story,
some may be able to imagine it,
the girl who without shame and without glory
lost her stockings and her chastity.
It is necessary to condemn
those who mock our morals.
But there is something that no one can explain:
Why does the girl laugh
instead of crying?
Escrita por: Charly García / Seru Giran