Lyrics of Lo Busqué - Ana Barbara

Lo Busqué (original)

Voy buscando corazon,
que en el verano se perdio,
y no hay mas sindicios,
que alguien digo ke en otra cama durmio,
sigo el rastro desolado de un amor desesperado,
que no digo adios es mas dijo vendria con el alma, y no volvio, desaparecio,
ni huella dejo,
Y lo busque,
hasta debajo de la cama
y encontre pedasos de mi alma,
desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que
no muriera de amor, de pena murio
Y lo busque, hasta debajo de la cama y encontre pedasos de mi alma,
desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que
no muriera de amor, de pena murio
Sigo el rastro desolado, de un amor desesperado, que no digo adios, es mas digo,
vendria con el alma, y no volvio, desaparecio, ni huella dejo
Y lo busque,
hasta debajo de la cama
y encontre pedasos de mi alma,
desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que
no muriera de amor, de pena murio
Y lo busque, hasta debajo de la cama y encontre pedasos de mi alma,
desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que
no muriera de amor, de pena murio

(translation)

I'm looking for a heart
that in the summer was lost,
and there are no more signs,
that someone said ke slept in another bed,
I follow the desolate trail of a desperate love,
I'm not saying goodbye, it's more, she said she would come with her soul, and she didn't come back, she disappeared,
I leave no trace,
and look for it,
even under the bed
and I found pieces of my soul,
bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that
he did not die of love, he died of sorrow
And I looked for it, even under the bed and I found pieces of my soul,
bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that
he did not die of love, he died of sorrow
I follow the desolate trail, of a desperate love, that I don't say goodbye, it's more I say,
He would come with his soul, and he did not return, he disappeared, nor did he leave a trace
and look for it,
even under the bed
and I found pieces of my soul,
bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that
he did not die of love, he died of sorrow
And I looked for it, even under the bed and I found pieces of my soul,
bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that
he did not die of love, he died of sorrow