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You Call Me

La Herencia

Me Llamas

Me llamas
Para decirme que te marchas
Que ya no aguantas más
Que ya estás harta

De verle cada día
De compartir su cama
De domingos de fútbol
Metida en casa

Y dices que el amor
Igual que llega, pasa
Y el tuyo se marchó
Por la ventana
Y se encontró un lugar

En otra cama

Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste
Lo estrenas hoy
Y sales a la calle

Buscando amor

Me llamas
Para decirme que te engaña
Que ya de nuestro amor
No queda nada

Que se buscó otro nido
Que abandonó tu casa
Que te faltan caricias
Por las mañanas

Me dices que el amor
Igual que llega, pasa
Y el tuyo se marchó
Por la ventana
Y se encontró un lugar

En otra cama

Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regaló
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste
Lo estrenas hoy
Y sales a la calle

Buscando amor

You Call Me

You call me
To tell me that you're leaving
That you can't take it anymore
That you're fed up

Seeing him every day
Sharing his bed
Sundays of football
Stuck at home

And you say that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place

In another bed

And you've painted on a crimson smile
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today
And you go out into the street

Looking for love

You call me
To tell me he's cheating on you
That from our love
Nothing remains

That he found another nest
That he left your home
That you miss the morning caresses

You tell me that love
Just like it comes, it goes
And yours left
Through the window
And found a place

In another bed

And you've painted on a crimson smile
And you've hung the purse he gave you
And that dress you never wore
You wear it today
And you go out into the street

Looking for love

Escrita por: José Luis Perales Morillas