Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cronicas de una Loca , by - El Barrio. Song from the album Duermevela, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 18.10.2009
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cronicas de una Loca , by - El Barrio. Song from the album Duermevela, in the genre Иностранный рокCronicas de una Loca(original) |
| Ni locura ni enfermos mentales. |
| Ay personas que para curarse |
| Van de la mano de un mata sano |
| Medicando las duras verdades |
| La encontre, con la mirada nublaa |
| No atendia a mi interes |
| Parecia de cristal |
| La encontre, sin ganitas de vivir |
| Maldiciendo al destino |
| Que la dejo postrada allí |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores |
| La ví sentada en un viejo rincon |
| De aquel patio solitario de un manicomio |
| El duro viento de un invierno gris |
| Mecia su pelo como las locas |
| Todos los dias se ponia aquel mismo vestido |
| Que uno de sus hijos le compro hace años |
| Mano derecha guardaba una rosa deshojada y fria, como la roca |
| Pintaba cuadros, siempre tuvo el mar como referencia y motivaciones |
| Tenia en sus ojos ese brillo gris, que te da una vida de un par de cojones |
| Cojio mi mano, me miro de frente, e indirectamente me dijo al oido: |
| -Sienta a mi lao, cierra los ojos y siente como indiferente se pasan los dias |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores |
| La encontre y me hablo de soledad |
| No creia en el amor, era la infelicidad |
| La encontre, se reia sin querer |
| De los hombres que seguian la doctrina de un querer |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores |
| Con paso medio lento me llebaste amor |
| Cojido de tu mano hasta el dormitorio |
| Ilusionada te dio por jugar, con una vieja casa llena de muñecas |
| En un libro viejo guardaban poemas que alguien titulo «Soy un triste abalorio» |
| Su piel era arrugada como una maceta |
| El tiempo pribo de que floreciera |
| La encontre, con la mirada nublaa |
| No atendia a mi interes |
| Parecia de cristal |
| La encontre, sin ganitas de vivir |
| Maldiciendo al destino |
| Que la dejo postrada allí |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores |
| Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores |
| (translation) |
| Neither insane nor mentally ill. |
| There are people who to heal |
| They go hand in hand with a healthy bush |
| Medicating the hard truths |
| I found her, with a cloudy look |
| It did not serve my interest |
| It looked like glass |
| I found her, without the will to live |
| cursing fate |
| That I leave her prostrate there |
| Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears |
| Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain |
| I saw her sitting in an old corner |
| From that lonely courtyard of a madhouse |
| The harsh wind of a gray winter |
| She rocked her hair like crazy |
| Every day she put on that same dress |
| That one of her children bought her years ago |
| Right hand kept a leafless and cold rose, like the rock |
| She painted pictures, she always had the sea as a reference and motivations |
| She had in her eyes that gray shine, which gives you a life of a couple of balls |
| She took my hand, looked me in the face, and indirectly she whispered in my ear: |
| -Sit next to me, close your eyes and feel how indifferent the days go by |
| Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears |
| Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain |
| I found her and she told me about loneliness |
| I didn't believe in love, it was unhappiness |
| I found her, she laughed unintentionally |
| Of the men who followed the doctrine of wanting |
| Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears |
| Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain |
| With a medium slow step you brought me love |
| Holding your hand to the bedroom |
| Excited she gave you to play, with an old house full of dolls |
| In an old book they kept poems that someone titled "I am a sad trinket" |
| Her skin was wrinkled like a flowerpot |
| The time before it bloomed |
| I found her, with a cloudy look |
| It did not serve my interest |
| It looked like glass |
| I found her, without the will to live |
| cursing fate |
| That I leave her prostrate there |
| Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears |
| Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain |
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