Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fantasia Herida, artist - Eddie Santiago. Album song Salsa Greatest Hits, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 12.11.2013
Record label: dBA, Doncat, Musicat
Song language: Spanish
Fantasia Herida(original) |
Llevo una hora en el bar y no llegaste a la cita |
Será que se te olvido o acaso que no querias |
Talvez de mi no pretenda nada y yo estoy loco por estrenarla |
Gente que viene y que va y yo estoy solo en la vía |
Recorro media ciudad envuelto en melancolía |
No quiero pensar en ti ni desojar margaritas |
Mi vuelo viene perdiendo altura |
Yo no me rindo, cabeza dura |
Ni reconocer el amor y media cama vacia |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Devuelta con la cara larga y las manos vacias |
Y voy perdiendome por las calles |
Si no es contigo no son iguales |
Y presiento que ya nunca más no será |
Y presiento que ya nunca más no será |
Era la tercera vez que en este mes la veía |
La cuarta vez no llegó, no dió señales de vida |
Yo que creí que el amor rondaba |
Solo me queda sabor a nada |
Ni reconocer el amor y media cama vacia |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Devuelta con la cara larga y las manos vacias |
Y voy perdiendome por las calles |
Si no es contigo no son iguales |
Y presiento que ya nunca más lo seráaa |
Y presiento que ya nunca más lo será |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Devuelta con la cara larga y las manos vacias |
Y voy perdiendome por las calles |
Si no es contigo no son iguales |
Y presiento que ya nunca más lo seráaa |
Y presiento que ya nunca más lo será |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Devuelta con la cara larga y las manos vacias |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Y voy perdiendome por las calles |
Si no es contigo no son iguales |
Que va que va |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Ni reconocer el amor y media cama vacia |
Ooopaa |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Mi vuelo viene perdiendo altura |
Yo no me rindo cabeza dura |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Gente que viene, que va |
Y yo estoy solo en la vía, mi vida |
De vuelta la tristeza al hombro, fantasía herida |
Yo que creí que el amor rondaba, solo me queda sabor a nada |
(translation) |
I've been at the bar for an hour and you didn't show up for the date |
Could it be that you forgot or perhaps that you didn't want to |
Maybe he doesn't expect anything from me and I'm crazy to release it |
People who come and go and I'm alone on the road |
I walk half the city wrapped in melancholy |
I don't want to think about you or strip daisies |
My flight is losing height |
I do not give up, hard head |
Nor recognize love and half an empty bed |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
Returned with a long face and empty hands |
And I'm losing myself in the streets |
If it is not with you they are not the same |
And I have a feeling that it will never be |
And I have a feeling that it will never be |
It was the third time this month I saw her |
The fourth time he didn't come, he didn't show signs of life |
I who believed that love was around |
I only have a taste of nothing |
Nor recognize love and half an empty bed |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
Returned with a long face and empty hands |
And I'm losing myself in the streets |
If it is not with you they are not the same |
And I have a feeling that it will never be again |
And I have a feeling that it will never be |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
Returned with a long face and empty hands |
And I'm losing myself in the streets |
If it is not with you they are not the same |
And I have a feeling that it will never be again |
And I have a feeling that it will never be |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
Returned with a long face and empty hands |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
And I'm losing myself in the streets |
If it is not with you they are not the same |
what's up what's up |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
Nor recognize love and half an empty bed |
ooops |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
My flight is losing height |
I do not give up hard head |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
People who come, who go |
And I'm alone on the road, my life |
Return the sadness to the shoulder, wounded fantasy |
I who believed that love was around, I only have a taste of nothing |