Pincel de Amor
Ahi estaba acostada
Con la mirada a la puerta
Recardaga en su almohada
A su laaaaaado una nota
Él le dijo a su amada
Volveré mi amor
Que él murió de amor
Abrazado a su dolor
Pensando en una canción
Se durmió con su amor
Que él murió de amor
Abrazado a su dolor
Pensando en una canción
Se durmió con su amor
Él le dijo a su amada
Volveré mi amor
Que maldita jugada
Ella no regresó
Él con una acaricia
Él siempre le decia
Que él murió de amor
Abrazado a su dolor
Pensando en una canción
Se durmió con su amor
Que él murió de amor
Abrazado a su dolor
Pensando en una canción
Se durmió con su amor
Que él ella era una flor
Que adornaba con color
Ese pincel de amor
Que escribió en su corazón
Love Brush
There she was lying down
With her eyes on the door
Resting on her pillow
By her siiiiide a note
He told his beloved
I'll be back my love
That he died of love
Embraced by his pain
Thinking of a song
He fell asleep with his love
That he died of love
Embraced by his pain
Thinking of a song
He fell asleep with his love
He told his beloved
I'll be back my love
What a damn trick
She didn't come back
He with a caress
He always told her
That he died of love
Embraced by his pain
Thinking of a song
He fell asleep with his love
That he died of love
Embraced by his pain
Thinking of a song
He fell asleep with his love
That she was a flower
That adorned with color
That love brush
That wrote in his heart