Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poesía de la Oscuridad, artist - C.R.O. Date of issue: 29.03.2020
Song language: Spanish
Poesía de la Oscuridad(original) |
| Ojalá pudiera darte todas mis poesías |
| Para que sientas el amor dentro de mi alma fría |
| Para que sientas el temor que recorren mis vías |
| No sé si pueden reparar mi esperanza vacía |
| Es otra noche en la que mi alma no va a descansar |
| Es otra noche en la que ya no me quiere tocar |
| Perdón si no lo invierto bien, solo buscaba amar |
| Escapar de mi sufrimiento hacia un mejor lugar |
| Tan perdido en lo más puro de la oscuridad |
| Tan respetado por la calle, tengo su lealtad |
| Mi Patagonia, gente de verdad |
| Mi mente es una reliquia, lleva tiempo descifrar |
| Muero de día, de noche salgo por licor |
| Desordenando piezas sé cómo me luzco yo |
| Fabricando todos los estilos, avanzo despacio |
| Sabemos bien que desde arriba nos vigila Dios |
| Me quema tanto este dolor |
| Me quema tanto no poder verte allá afuera |
| Una de tantas noches que estoy a la espera |
| Mirar hacia la luna y ver que nadie llega |
| Me quema tanto este dolor |
| Me quema tanto to' esta vida pasajera |
| Es mi poesía oscura, fría y callejera |
| Para que nunca olvides lo que mi alma anhela |
| Me quema tanto este dolor |
| Me quema tanto no poder verte allá afuera |
| Una de tantas noches que estoy a la espera |
| Mirar hacia la luna y ver que nadie llega |
| Me quema tanto este dolor |
| Me quema tanto to' esta vida pasajera |
| Es mi poesía oscura, fría y callejera |
| Para que nunca olvides lo que mi alma anhela |
| (translation) |
| I wish I could give you all my poetry |
| For you to feel the love inside my cold soul |
| So that you feel the fear that runs through my tracks |
| I don't know if they can mend my empty hope |
| It's another night my soul won't rest |
| It's another night where he doesn't want to touch me anymore |
| Sorry if I don't invest it well, I was just looking to love |
| Escape from my suffering to a better place |
| So lost in the purest of darkness |
| So respected by the street, I have their loyalty |
| My Patagonia, real people |
| My mind is a relic, it takes time to figure out |
| I die by day, at night I go out for liquor |
| Messing up pieces I know how I look |
| Making all the styles, I go slowly |
| We know well that God watches over us from above |
| This pain burns me so much |
| It burns me so much that I can't see you out there |
| One of many nights that I am waiting |
| Look towards the moon and see that no one arrives |
| This pain burns me so much |
| This fleeting life burns me so much |
| It's my dark, cold and street poetry |
| So that you never forget what my soul yearns for |
| This pain burns me so much |
| It burns me so much that I can't see you out there |
| One of many nights that I am waiting |
| Look towards the moon and see that no one arrives |
| This pain burns me so much |
| This fleeting life burns me so much |
| It's my dark, cold and street poetry |
| So that you never forget what my soul yearns for |