Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Camisa Negra, artist - Edith Márquez. Date of issue: 01.09.2013
Song language: Spanish
La Camisa Negra(original) |
| Tengo la camisa negra |
| Hoy mi amor esta de luto |
| Hoy tengo en el alma una pena |
| Y es por culpa de tu embrujo |
| Hoy se que tu ya no me quieres |
| Y eso es que mas me hiere |
| Que tengo la camisa negra |
| Y una pena que me duele |
| Mal parece que solo quede |
| Y fue pura todita tu mentira |
| que maldita mala suerte la mia |
| que aquel dia te encontre |
| Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor |
| Yo quede moribundo y lleno de dolor |
| Respire de ese humo amargo de tu adios |
| Y desde que tu te fuiste yo solo tengo… |
| Tengo la camisa negra |
| Porque negra tengo el alma |
| Yo por ti perdi la calma |
| Y casi piedro hasto mi cama |
| Cama cama caman baby |
| Te digo con disimulo |
| Que tengo la camisa negra |
| Y debajo tengo el difunto |
| Tengo la camisa negra |
| Ya tu amor no me interesa |
| Lo que ayer me supo a gloria |
| Hoy me sabe a pura |
| Miercoles por la tarde |
| Y tu que no llegas |
| Ni squiera muestras senas |
| Y yo son la camisa negra |
| Y tus maletas en la puert |
| (translation) |
| I have the black shirt |
| Today my love is in mourning |
| Today I have a sorrow in my soul |
| And it's because of your spell |
| Today I know that you no longer love me |
| And that is what hurts me the most |
| I have the black shirt |
| And a pity that hurts me |
| Bad it seems that only remains |
| And your whole lie was pure |
| what a damn bad luck mine |
| that day I found you |
| For drinking from the evil poison of your love |
| I was dying and full of pain |
| Breathe in that bitter smoke of your goodbye |
| And since you left I only have... |
| I have the black shirt |
| Because I have a black soul |
| I lost my calm for you |
| And I almost stoned my bed |
| bed baby bed |
| I tell you sneakily |
| I have the black shirt |
| And below I have the deceased |
| I have the black shirt |
| Your love no longer interests me |
| What yesterday tasted like glory to me |
| Today it tastes like pure to me |
| Wednesday evening |
| And you who do not arrive |
| Not even serious signs |
| And I are the black shirt |
| And your bags at the door |