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What You Were To Me

Los Angeles Negros

Que Fuiste Para Mi

Fuiste mi luz
Mi talismán, mi guía
Mi juventud
Mi rumbo, y mi ambición
Fuiste mi paz
Y mi melancolía
Mis noches y mis días
Mi frío y mi calor

Fuiste valor
Para mi cobardía
Fuiste razón
Para mi rebelión
Mi despertar
Mi punto de partida
Fuiste mi amanecida flor

Qué pena, que después fuiste mi pena
Mi desesperación y mi condena
Que fuiste nada más una mañana
Un sueño abandonado en mi ventana
Qué pena

Qué pena que después fuiste un recuerdo
Un pétalo de sol en mi cuaderno
Un rostro que se nubla en la retina
La esquina que dobló mi corazón

Qué pena que después fuiste mi pena
Mi desesperación y mi condena
Que fuiste nada más una mañana
Un sueño abandonado en mi ventana
Qué pena

Qué pena que después fuiste un recuerdo
Un pétalo de sol en mi cuaderno
Un rostro que se nubla en la retina
La esquina que dobló mi corazón

What You Were To Me

You were my light
My lucky charm, my guide
My youth
My direction, and my ambition
You were my peace
And my melancholy
My nights and my days
My cold and my warmth

You were courage
For my cowardice
You were the reason
For my rebellion
My awakening
My starting point
You were my blooming flower

What a shame, that later you were my sorrow
My desperation and my curse
That you were nothing more than one morning
A dream abandoned on my window
What a shame

What a shame that later you were a memory
A sun petal in my notebook
A face that clouds in my mind
The corner that turned my heart

What a shame, that later you were my sorrow
My desperation and my curse
That you were nothing more than one morning
A dream abandoned on my window
What a shame

What a shame that later you were a memory
A sun petal in my notebook
A face that clouds in my mind
The corner that turned my heart

Escrita por: Chico Novarro