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The Real Culprit

Diomedes Díaz

El Verdadero Culpable

Yo iba a buscarte aquel día de un cielo pardo y oscuro
A hablarte de mi ultima pena, confidente y amiga
En mi alma nunca morían, las esperanzas que el tiempo
Te hicieran recoger la queja de mi amor en silencio

Yo iba a buscarte aquel día, llevaba un presentimiento
Tu no habías encontrado la forma de que yo no te viera
Sabias que yo te quería y tu no te dabas cuenta
Me dolían tus encantamientos y el siempre te mentia

Por que las piedras se atravesaron, por que
Callé no quería mirarte herida quizás

Yo no pude creer que tu hubieras tenido que partir
Donde esta la razón, en secreto murió con tu adiós
No hubo tiempo de gritar, me atraganto con mi confesión
Tanto amor para que, si entregaste tu vida a un Don Juan

Donde estará el verdadero culpable de un destino tan cruel
Yo sufría tanto al mirarte entregada y el se reía de ti
Yo no podia ni siquiera decirte el te va a hacer morir
Y ahora que vives en mi pensamiento lo puedes comprender

Yo no te olvido, te llevo siempre
Vives conmigo, aquí en mi mente

Yo iba a buscarte aquel día, se oscureció mas la tarde
El mismo aguacero deseaba impedirme el camino
Era tan negro el presagio, que fui a encontrarte durmiendo
En sueño de aquello que esperas despertar en lo eterno

Yo iba a buscarte aquel día, quería desahogar mi pecho
Sabiendo que era un imposible cambiar tu sentimiento
Ya tu alma no se aguantaba tanto desprecios y engaños
Que quiso volar escondida y guardar su secreto

Por que el tiempo se robó tu juventud
Adiós que seas lo que aquí no pudiste ser

Yo sé que ahora estarás en el cielo cuidando mi andar
Mas cerquita de mi, sintiendo cada paso que doy
Cuanto me hace vivir, que tu espíritu pueda escuchar
Mis canciones, mi voz y las penas de mi corazón

Donde estará el verdadero culpable de un destino tan cruel
Yo sufría tanto al mirarte entregada y el se reía de ti
Yo no quería ni siquiera decirte el te va a hacer morir
Y ahora que vives en mi pensamiento lo puedes comprender

Yo no te olvido, te llevo siempre
Vives conmigo, aquí en mi mente

The Real Culprit

I was going to look for you that day, from a brown and dark sky
To talk to you about my latest sorrow, confidant and friend
In my soul, the hopes that time never died
You had to pick up the complaint of my love in silence

I was going to look for you that day, I had a premonition
You hadn't found a way for me not to see you
You knew I loved you and you didn't realize
Your charms hurt me and he always lied to you

Why did the stones get in the way, why
I kept quiet, didn't want to see you hurt maybe

I couldn't believe you had to leave
Where is the reason, secretly died with your goodbye
There was no time to scream, I choked on my confession
So much love for what, if you gave your life to a Don Juan

Where is the real culprit of such a cruel fate
I suffered so much seeing you devoted and he laughed at you
I couldn't even tell you he will make you die
And now that you live in my thoughts, you can understand

I don't forget you, I always carry you
You live with me, here in my mind

I was going to look for you that day, the afternoon darkened more
The same downpour wanted to hinder my way
The omen was so black, that I went to find you sleeping
In the dream of what you hope to wake up to in eternity

I was going to look for you that day, I wanted to relieve my chest
Knowing it was impossible to change your feeling
Your soul couldn't bear so much contempt and deceit
It wanted to fly hidden and keep its secret

Why did time steal your youth
Goodbye, may you be what you couldn't be here

I know you're now in heaven watching over my path
Closer to me, feeling every step I take
How much it makes me live, that your spirit can hear
My songs, my voice, and the sorrows of my heart

Where is the real culprit of such a cruel fate
I suffered so much seeing you devoted and he laughed at you
I didn't even want to tell you he will make you die
And now that you live in my thoughts, you can understand

I don't forget you, I always carry you
You live with me, here in my mind

Escrita por: José Alfonso "Chiche" Maestre