La Fin
Hace tres años y un día llegaba a
Norteño era solo uno mas entre los extraños
Hoy dirías que eh envejecido al menos diez años
Me dedique por un tiempo a cantar
En el puerto canciones que había aprendido
Aquí mismo unas pocas hablaban del cielo
Y muchas del abismo, la conocí una mañana
Tras una guitarra y broto de sus labios
Aquella tonada como si fuera una maldición
Ya no pude olvidarla, y podría volver y podría
Decir que las cosas van bien allá por norteña
Y omitir que allí una extraña mujer me
Enseño que no hay bien que por mal no venga
Y aunque yo preguntaba ella siempre callaba o decía
No quieras saber de mi vida no me hagas
Hablar que si bebo es para olvidar.
Desde ese día aquella melodía se aferra
A mi alma arrancarla resulta imposible
Pues resuena con la per sección de un recuerdo
Terrible y hoy cuando intento escribir nuevos
Versos de frente me encuentro tan solo con
Desilusiones y ahora se con certeza que no
Escribiré más canciones
Y podría volver y podría decir que las
Cosas van bien allá por norteña que allí
Y omitir que allí una extraña mujer me
Enseño que no hay bien que por mal no venga
Y aunque yo preguntaba ella siempre callaba o decía
No quieras saber de mi vida no me hagas
Hablar que si bebo es para olvidar.
Y aunque yo preguntaba ella siempre callaba o decía
No quieras saber de mi vida no me hagas
Hablar que si vivo es para olvidar.
The End
Three years and a day ago I arrived in
Northern was just one more among the strangers
Today you would say that I have aged at least ten years
I dedicated myself for a while to sing
In the port songs that I had learned
Right here a few spoke of heaven
And many of the abyss, I met her one morning
Behind a guitar and from her lips sprang
That tune as if it were a curse
I couldn't forget it, and I could go back and could
Say that things are going well up there in the north
And omit that there a strange woman
Taught me that there is no good that doesn't come from bad
And even though I asked she always remained silent or said
Don't want to know about my life don't make me
Talk that if I drink it's to forget.
Since that day that melody clings
To my soul tearing it out is impossible
As it resonates with the perfection of a terrible memory
And today when I try to write new
Verses I only find myself facing
Disillusions and now I know for sure that I won't
Write more songs
And I could go back and could say that
Things are going well up there in the north that there
And omit that there a strange woman
Taught me that there is no good that doesn't come from bad
And even though I asked she always remained silent or said
Don't want to know about my life don't make me
Talk that if I drink it's to forget.
And even though I asked she always remained silent or said
Don't want to know about my life don't make me
Talk that if I live it's to forget.