Lyrics of El Color del Dolor - Dellafuente, Pepe

El Color del Dolor (original)

Llenos de mala agonía, recordando tiempos buenos
Suena mu' agresivo
Decirte no te quiero
Mi alma tiene afonía de gritarte pa' consuelo
Pasando fatiga por tener poco' dinero
Suena mu' agresivo
Pero soy sincero
Y qué difícil fue verte otra vez
Después de tanto tiempo preguntandome por ti
A veces quiero tenerte
Solo a veces pa' olvida' que te perdí
Que raro se me hace no tocarte
Vivo arrepentio de no se' tuyo otra vez
A veces quiero verte
Solo a veces quiero que seas mi muje'
Y es que tu pintaste mis heridas
Del color, del color del dolor
Y yo te busco cuando no puedo ma'
Yo te grito con la boca cerra'
Tengo la' mano' rota' ya de reza'
Y mi guitarra ya ha dejao de sona'
Y es por ti, to' es por ti
Si pensara un momento
Y sintiera lo que siento
Todo cambiaria de colo
Dijiste que sería
Lo nuestro pa' toa la via, pero no
Tragando mi orgullo pa' evita' los male
Ahogando mis penas como tu no sabe
Corazón mal herido, no entiende de morale'
Y es mi perdicion, tener que aguantarme las gana de volve
Es mi perdición, tu pelo, tu cara, tu forma de ser
Y es que tu, pintaste mis heridas
Del color, del color del dolor

(translation)

Full of bad agony, remembering good times
It sounds very aggressive
Tell you I don't love you
My soul has hoarseness of yelling at you for consolation
Going through fatigue for having little money
It sounds very aggressive
but i'm sincere
And how difficult it was to see you again
After so much time asking me about you
Sometimes I want to have you
Only sometimes to 'forget' that I lost you
How strange it makes me not to touch you
I live sorry for not being yours again
sometimes i want to see you
Only sometimes I want you to be my wife
And it is that you painted my wounds
Of the color, of the color of pain
And I look for you when I can't ma'
I yell at you with my mouth closed
I have the 'hand' broken 'already praying'
And my guitar has already stopped playing
And it's for you, everything is for you
If I thought for a moment
And feel what I feel
Everything would change color
you said it would be
Ours for all the way, but no
Swallowing my pride to avoid the male
Drowning my sorrows like you don't know
Badly wounded heart, does not understand morale'
And it is my downfall, having to put up with the desire of return
It's my downfall, your hair, your face, your way of being
And it is that you painted my wounds
Of the color, of the color of pain