Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amor En vena, artist - Antonio Vega.
Date of issue: 28.03.2004
Song language: Spanish
Amor En vena(original) |
Esta víctima llegó con su más linda diadema |
Para retirarse el pelo y dar su cara de pena |
Su destino se torció y ella prefiere dormirse |
Con las piernas bien dobladas, sin nunca jamás reírse |
Y las amigas juegan a tula y ella las mira sin conocerlas |
Sus dos pupìlas se le derriten y el corazón se marcha a la guerra |
Muñequita sin tesón, poca gracia y sin madera |
Mucho eccema, poco afecto, y un papá que le pegó |
Sus paredes son sin sol, y ella prefiere dormirse |
Y soñar todos los rayos para hacer una canción |
A sus amigas poder cantarla y compartirla sin pedir nada |
Ellas se burlan, se van con chicos y se cuestiona el precio del alma |
El domingo va a vender toda su vida en el rastro |
Y casi todas las noches va comprando su morir |
Aprendido a contener, el amor se inyecta en vena |
Y una tarde de diciembre dice adiós sin despedir |
A sus amigas, ya todas quietas, al parque roto y al cuento de hadas |
A las sirenas de policía y a un sueño loco que le robaban |
(translation) |
This victim arrived with her cutest headband |
To remove his hair and give his face of sorrow |
Her destiny was twisted and she prefers to sleep |
With legs well bent, without ever ever laughing |
And her friends play tula and she looks at them without knowing them |
Her two pupils melt and her heart goes to war |
Little doll without tenacity, little grace and without wood |
Lots of eczema, little affection, and a dad who hit her |
Her walls are sunless, and she prefers to sleep |
And dream all the lightning to make a song |
To her friends of hers to be able to sing it and share it without asking for anything |
They make fun, go with boys and question the price of the soul |
On Sunday she's going to sell her whole life at the flea market |
And almost every night she goes shopping for her to die |
Learned to contain, love is injected into a vein |
And one December afternoon she says goodbye without saying goodbye |
To her friends of hers, and all still, to the broken park and to the fairy tale |
To police sirens and a crazy dream that was stolen |