Cartas a Los Poetas
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lelele lele carta a los poetas
mi vida tras una pluma
y tras mi pluma
una letra (x2)
Que si no duermo miro al cielo
que si no sueño me despierto,
hoy me he comprao un camino
con arenas del desierto,
hoy he vestido la luna
con las trenzas de tu pelo
y a través de una aceituna
yo he desnudao tu cuerpo.
Poetas de España,
no existió en el mundo mas
una rima que no domase a una fiera sin domar,
si mi amor hoy no me quiere ya mañana me querrá.
Poetas de España ya mañana me querrá.
lerele lelelele lele
lelele lele carta a los poetas
mi vida tras una pluma
y tras mi pluma
una letra (x2)
Una mujer que vendía flores
me intento vender una rosa
mientras yo las despreciaba
porque son muy venenosas,
sirven pa decir te quiero
pero el tiempo las destroza
y un cariño verdadero ni se vende ni se compra.
Poetas de España,
no existió en el mundo mas
una rima que no domase a una fiera sin domar,
si mi amor hoy no me quiere ya mañana me querrá.
Poetita de España ya mañana me querrá.
lerele lelelele lele
lelele lele carta a los poetas
mi vida tras una pluma
y tras mi pluma
una letra (x2)....
Letters to the Poets
Lerele lelelele lele
lelele lele letter to the poets
my life behind a pen
and behind my pen
a letter (x2)
If I don't sleep, I look at the sky
if I don't dream, I wake up,
today I bought myself a path
with desert sands,
today I dressed the moon
with the braids of your hair
and through an olive
I have undressed your body.
Poets of Spain,
there was no rhyme in the world
that could not tame an untamed beast,
if my love doesn't want me today, tomorrow she will.
Poets of Spain, tomorrow she will want me.
Lerele lelelele lele
lelele lele letter to the poets
my life behind a pen
and behind my pen
a letter (x2)
A woman who sold flowers
tried to sell me a rose
while I despised them
because they are very poisonous,
they serve to say I love you
but time destroys them
and true affection is neither sold nor bought.
Poets of Spain,
there was no rhyme in the world
that could not tame an untamed beast,
if my love doesn't want me today, tomorrow she will.
Little poetess of Spain, tomorrow she will want me.
Lerele lelelele lele
lelele lele letter to the poets
my life behind a pen
and behind my pen
a letter (x2)...