Fantasía
Ese que escribe versos
Repletos de verano
Estando en primavera
Ese soy yo
Y esa linda camelia
Que se quedó sin alma
Que no comprende nada
Eres sin duda tú
Ese que por ser bueno
Lo tiran a la nada
Y que no cree en la fama
Ese soy yo
Esa de ojitos negros
Y que se cree la dueña
De todas las miradas
No entenderá el amor
Que diferente seria mi vida si me quisieras
Y que tus labios me dieran toda tu juventud
Y me dejaran cambiarte un poco y hacerte buena
Entonces si gustarían los ojos que tienes tú
Porque tu sabes que tienes preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y se someten a tus condiciones
Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencias
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno
Le mostraran mil fracasos los años
Si se te van esos años en fantasias placenteras
Si se te van esos años en fantasias placenteras
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto
Y tu sonrisa en quimera
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto
Y tu sonrisa en quimera
Ese que escribe versos
Que casi no saluda
Que siempre esta en la luna
Ese soy yo
Y esa linda camelia
Que esta metida en todo
Hablando más que nadie
Es un sueño de amor
Esa que mira siempre
Con mucha picardia
Con ojos aguileños
Esa me mata a mí
Hay muchos que la adoran
Otros que la desprecian
Y muchos que la elogian
para verla feliz
Es por que tiene ese algo extraño que al conocerla
Uno presiente que ya hace tiempo la conocía
Es como ver aquella esperanza que el alma sueña
En los instantes de soledad y melancolía
Porque tu sabes que tienes preciosa
Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres
Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca
Y se someten a tus condiciones
Porque derrochas amores y lujos
Porque provocas tantos desengaños
Porque es muy triste vivir de apariencias
Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno
Le mostraran mi fracaso los años
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto
Y tu sonrisa en quimera
Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto
Y tu sonrisa en quimera
Fantasy
That one who writes verses
Full of summer
Being in spring
That's me
And that beautiful camellia
That was left without soul
That doesn't understand anything
You are undoubtedly you
That one who for being good
They throw him into nothing
And who doesn't believe in fame
That's me
That one with black eyes
And who thinks she's the owner
Of all the looks
Won't understand love
How different my life would be if you loved me
And if your lips gave me all your youth
And let me change you a little and make you good
Then they would like the eyes you have
Because you know you are precious
An attractiveness that conquers men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions
Because you lavish loves and luxuries
Because you provoke so many disappointments
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will be shown a thousand failures by the years
If you spend those years in pleasurable fantasies
If you spend those years in pleasurable fantasies
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera
That one who writes verses
Who hardly greets
Who is always in the moon
That's me
And that beautiful camellia
Who is involved in everything
Talking more than anyone
Is a dream of love
That one who always looks
With a lot of mischief
With eagle eyes
She kills me
There are many who adore her
Others who despise her
And many who praise her
to see her happy
It's because she has that strange something that when you meet her
One senses that they knew her a long time ago
It's like seeing that hope that the soul dreams of
In moments of loneliness and melancholy
Because you know you are precious
An attractiveness that conquers men
Who can't resist your eyes, your mouth
And submit to your conditions
Because you lavish loves and luxuries
Because you provoke so many disappointments
Because it's very sad to live on appearances
Because a woman who doesn't love anyone
Will show my failure through the years
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera
Your pleasures will turn into tears
And your smile into a chimera