Blanco Añil
Se ha marchado , y en el banco de la estación
ha dejado unacarta que le escribió
y a su lado junto a una flor
Se marchita cada palabra cada renglón
no es posible que en un papel haya tanto dolor
agujitas en su pobre corazón
Y amor estar intenyando
vivir a tu lado es hacerte sufrir
mejor esta tarde me marcho
y aprendo de nuevo el arte de vivir
y tan solo me llevo los dulces recuerdos
y que a tu lado yo un dia fui tan feliz
El refugio donde huia para soñar
le anunciaba que no volveria jamas
y no supo, y no supo poderlo olvidar
Y se quedo encallada en el tienpo
princesa de un cuento sin final feliz
los años le fueron pintando
su pelo moreno de un blanco añil
y pasaron los años y se fue inventando
una carta para sobrevivir
me inventaré mil primaveras
para cuando vuelva podertelas regalas
compensaré tu larga espera
aunque mi vida entera yo te tenga que empeñar
Y amor
White Indigo
He's gone, and on the station bench
he left a letter that he wrote
and next to it, along with a flower
Each word, each line withers away
it's not possible that there's so much pain on a paper
little needles in his poor heart
And love trying
to live by your side is to make you suffer
better this afternoon I'll leave
and learn again the art of living
and I only take with me sweet memories
and that by your side one day I was so happy
The refuge where he fled to dream
announced to him that he would never return
and he didn't know, he couldn't forget it
And he remained stuck in time
princess of a story without a happy ending
the years painted her
her dark hair with a white indigo
and the years passed and she started inventing
a letter to survive
I'll invent a thousand springs
so when I come back I can give them to you
I'll make up for your long wait
even if I have to pawn my whole life for you
And love
Escrita por: Manu Tenorio