Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sueños de Mentira, artist - El Barrio. Album song Hasta el Fin de los Tiempos, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.12.2012
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Sueños de Mentira(original) |
Cuando el amanecer |
Entro por mi ventana |
Y el perfume que te pones |
Se esparcía por mi cama |
Amor mío pensé |
Que ya te tenia en mis brazos y |
Y no te quería perder |
Y no quiero despertarme |
Y verme sin tu querer |
Dejadme soñar despierto |
Aunque sea por esta vez |
Mis ojos están llorando |
Mi vida sin sentío |
Sin ti vivo penando |
Mis ojos están llorando |
Mi vida sin sentío |
Sin ti vivo penando sin ti |
Los pájaros ya no cantan |
Sin ti el fuego ya no me quema |
Y es que me cambio los tiempos |
Si no te tengo a mi vera |
Busco tranquilidad |
Olvido en el recuerdo |
Que lo que pasa es que a mi boca |
No hay quien le borre tus besos |
Como una vela |
Yo me voy apagando |
Soy un cuadro de pena |
Arrumbaito en la pared |
He buscao en los libros |
El significao de enamorao |
Y cuando lo he leído |
He pensao en ti otra vez |
Las horas que se pasan |
Son pa mi un calvario |
Me he pasao la tarde |
Escuchando un tal el barrio |
Ha dicho unas letritas |
Y me he sentío identificao |
(translation) |
when the sunrise |
I enter through my window |
And the perfume you wear |
She spread across my bed |
my love I thought |
That I already had you in my arms and |
And I didn't want to lose you |
And I don't want to wake up |
And see me without your wanting |
let me daydream |
even for this time |
my eyes are crying |
my life without feeling |
Without you I live in sorrow |
my eyes are crying |
my life without feeling |
Without you I live sorrowing without you |
The birds no longer sing |
Without you the fire no longer burns me |
And it is that I change the times |
If I don't have you by my side |
I seek tranquility |
oblivion in memory |
That what happens is that to my mouth |
There is no one to erase your kisses |
like a candle |
I am turning off |
I'm a box of sorrow |
Arumbaito on the wall |
I have looked in the books |
The meaning of enamored |
And when I read it |
I have thought of you again |
The hours that pass |
They are an ordeal for me |
I have spent the afternoon |
Listening to a certain neighborhood |
He has said some letters |
And I have felt identified |