Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Dueña de Mi Alma, artist - El Barrio. Album song Selección de Grandes Exitos 2006, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
La Dueña de Mi Alma(original) |
Hace tiempo |
que no me visita la inspiración, |
hace tiempo que las estrellas no bajan a mi ventana, |
hace tiempo |
que el levante no combate, |
hace tiempo |
que mi mente no me habla, |
hace tiempo |
que mi canción no dice nada, |
Nada, nada, nada. |
Estoy perdido en la nada, |
dice que no hay hería |
que no sufra el corazón |
y aquítengo yo la mía |
que ha nacióde una ilusión, |
se me ha ido, se me ha ido, |
la dueña de mi alma, |
se me ha ido, se me ha ido, |
y no he podido sujetarla. |
La que en mi mente se ha metido |
y me ha sacado cuatro lagrimas |
se me ha ido, se me ha ido, |
y no he podido sujetarla |
Si fuera pintor, |
pintaría mi retrato, |
pintaría un bohemio |
o un payaso fracasado, |
alguien que vive la noche |
como un enamorado frustrado, |
uno que se cree muy fuerte |
y que nunca ha llorado |
nada, nada, nada. |
Estoy caído yo en la nada, |
muchas veces el desahogo |
es mi cuarto y mi guitarra |
pero ahora que estoy solo |
siempre estátiráen mi cama. |
Se me ha ido, se me ha ido |
la dueña de mi alma. |
Se me ha ido, se me ha ido |
y no he podido sujetarla. |
La que mis besos me saciaba |
con ilusiones que eran vanas. |
Se me ha ido, se me ha ido |
la dueña de mi alma, |
que se me ha ido, se me ha ido |
y no he podido sujetarla. |
(translation) |
Long time |
that inspiration does not visit me, |
The stars haven't come down to my window for a long time, |
long time |
that the lifter does not fight, |
long time |
that my mind does not speak to me, |
long time |
that my song says nothing, |
Nothing, nothing, nothing. |
I'm lost in nothing |
says there is no wound |
that the heart does not suffer |
and here I have mine |
that was born of an illusion, |
I'm gone, I'm gone, |
the owner of my soul, |
I'm gone, I'm gone, |
and I couldn't hold it. |
The one that has gotten into my mind |
and she has brought me four tears |
she's gone, she's gone, |
and I couldn't hold it |
If I were a painter, |
I would paint my portrait |
I would paint a bohemian |
or a failed clown, |
someone who lives the night |
like a frustrated lover, |
one who thinks he is very strong |
and that he has never cried |
nothing, nothing, nothing. |
I am fallen into nothingness, |
many times the relief |
it's my room and my guitar |
but now that i'm alone |
will always lie on my bed. |
I'm gone, I'm gone |
the owner of my soul. |
I'm gone, I'm gone |
and I couldn't hold it. |
The one that my kisses satiated me |
with illusions that were vain. |
She is gone, she is gone |
the owner of my soul, |
that I'm gone, I'm gone |
and I couldn't hold it. |