eL 15
Ya no tendre que rendir cuentas
alla en el cielo, aqui en la tierra.
Y tu eres como el caballo de Atila
por donde pasa nunca crece la hierba.
Permitalo Dios nunca mas tenga que enamorarme
permitalo Dios que este mundo no escuche lo que dices
que el vino sea mas vino y termine por emborracharme
que la niña bonita nunca mas se disfrace de 15.
Permitalo Dios que te canten la nana de insomnio
que el sol que te alumbre sea en tu vida peor que un eclipse
que te toque un viaje donde vive y reside el demonio
pero que la niña bonita nunca mas se disfrace de 15.
Permitalo Dios que te colmen de besos y abrazos
y aquel que te colme sea el apostol Judas Iscariote
que sea la ignorancia la virtud que te lleve al fracaso
para que asi me compares como a un tonto sutil monigote.
Permitalo Dios que te ganen todas tus batallas
que sea persistente la manera de como te quise
que se hagan latentes los recuerdos alla donde vaya
pero que la niña bonita nunca mas se disfrace de 15.
Que no, que no, no preguntes a nadie lo que es el amor
corre mirate al espejo y dime si no eres la desilusion...
Ya no, ya no tendre...
Ya no tendre que rendir cuentas
alla en el cielo, aqui en la tierra
y tu eres como el caballo de Atila
por donde pasa nunca crece la hierba.
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The 15th
No longer will I have to be held accountable
up there in heaven, here on earth.
And you are like Attila's horse
wherever it goes, grass never grows.
Let it be, God, that I never have to fall in love again
let it be, God, that this world doesn't hear what you say
may the wine be more wine and end up getting me drunk
may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.
Let it be, God, that they sing you the lullaby of insomnia
may the sun that shines on you be worse than an eclipse in your life
may you go on a trip where the devil lives and resides
but may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.
Let it be, God, that you be showered with kisses and hugs
and may the one who showers you be the apostle Judas Iscariot
may ignorance be the virtue that leads you to failure
so that you may compare me to a subtle fool puppet.
Let it be, God, that you win all your battles
may the way I loved you persist
may the memories become evident wherever I go
but may the pretty girl never again dress up as a 15-year-old.
No, no, don't ask anyone what love is
run, look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if you're not the disappointment...
No longer, I won't have...
No longer will I have to be held accountable
up there in heaven, here on earth
and you are like Attila's horse
wherever it goes, grass never grows.
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