Lyrics of Cronicas de una Loca - El Barrio

Cronicas 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