Demasiado Bueno
Me dijo, cuanto lo siento,
Corazon, pero casi reviento,
Y es q no puedo mas seguir,
Fingiendo, junto a ti,
No aguanto, ya no mas estar aqui.
Ven a escucharme un momento,
Es q hay, un vacio aqui adentro,
Porq no pedo amar asi,
Como lo hice antes de ti,
Es demasiado bueno para mi.
Y aunq no quisiera, demonio me volvio,
Aquella mujer santa, q tiro en la barranca,
Mi pobre corazon, como se tira el agua del jarron.
Y aunq no quisiera, el odio me envolvio,
Aquella madrugada q tire en la ventana,
Su ultima cancion como se tira un sueño en el cajon.
Tal vez, en otro momento,
Nuestro amor,
Habria sido de cuento.
Te lo voy a explicar muy mal,
Pero algun dia me entenderas,
Y en el oido comenzo a, cantar.
Si yo tuviera el corazon,
El mismo, q perdi,
Y apenas hace poco, la entendi,
Y apenas hace poco, te entendi.
Y aunq no quisiera, demonio me volvio,
Aquella mujer santa, q tiro en la barranca,
Mi pobre corazon, como se tira el agua del jarron.
Y aunq no quisiera, el odio me envolvio,
Aquella madrugada q tire en la ventana,
Su ultima cancion, como se tira un sueño en el cajon.
Fue entonces q aprendi ser bueno no es pa mi,
No me va a ayudar a sobrevivir.
Fue entonces q aprendi,
Ser bueno, no es pa mi,
No me va a ayudar a, sobrevivir.
Too Good
He told me, how sorry he is,
Heart, but I almost burst,
And I can't go on,
Pretending, with you,
I can't stand it, no more being here.
Come listen to me for a moment,
There's an emptiness inside,
Because I can't love like this,
As I did before you,
It's too good for me.
And even though I didn't want to, the demon turned me,
That holy woman, who threw me in the ravine,
My poor heart, like water thrown from a vase.
And even though I didn't want to, hatred enveloped me,
That early morning I threw out the window,
Her last song, like throwing a dream in the drawer.
Maybe, at another time,
Our love,
Would have been like a fairy tale.
I'm going to explain it very badly,
But someday you'll understand me,
And in the ear, I began to sing.
If I had the heart,
The same one I lost,
And just recently, I understood her,
And just recently, I understood you.
And even though I didn't want to, the demon turned me,
That holy woman, who threw me in the ravine,
My poor heart, like water thrown from a vase.
And even though I didn't want to, hatred enveloped me,
That early morning I threw out the window,
Her last song, like throwing a dream in the drawer.
That's when I learned being good is not for me,
It won't help me survive.
That's when I learned,
Being good is not for me,
It won't help me survive.