Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Apariencia No Es Sincera, artist - Héroes del Silencio. Album song El Espíritu Del Vino- Edición Especial, in the genre Хард-рок
Date of issue: 28.09.1993
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
La Apariencia No Es Sincera(original) |
acorralado, entre tu futuro |
y mi pared, |
cuestionando cada una |
de las frases. |
sabes? |
nunca estuviste |
en la cancin, |
pero, tan dulcemente te entregaste… |
y te oigo decir: |
dame tantas rosas |
como espinas me clav. |
no encajo bien tus bromas, |
por qu sers tan cruel? |
dame tantas rosas |
como espinas me clav. |
tan fcilmente explotas, |
qu infierno te posee?. |
extrayendo |
poco a poco todo de mis venas, |
tus agujas pellizcan |
suave la piel. |
sabes? |
nunca hubo una droga peor, |
pero, esta vez, |
tampoco te escuch… |
y ms de uno grit: |
dame tantas rosas |
como espinas me clav. |
no encajo bien tus bromas, |
por qu sers tan cruel? |
dame tantas rosas |
como espinas me clav. |
tan fcilmente explotas, |
qu infierno te posee?. |
podras pensar lo peor, |
que la apariencia no es sincera, |
no. |
pasadas las noches en vela, |
ser una condena |
de amargo sabor? |
podra perder el control, |
con apariencia embustera, |
no? |
pasadas las noches en vela, |
merezco que arda |
el corazn? |
(translation) |
cornered, between your future |
and my wall, |
questioning each |
of the phrases. |
You know? |
you were never |
in the song, |
but, so sweetly you gave yourself… |
and I hear you say: |
give me so many roses |
like thorns pierced me. |
I don't take your jokes well, |
why be so cruel? |
give me so many roses |
like thorns pierced me. |
so easily you explode, |
what the hell owns you? |
extracting |
little by little all of my veins, |
your needles pinch |
smooth the skin. |
You know? |
there was never a worse drug, |
but this time, |
I didn't hear you either... |
and more than one shouted: |
give me so many roses |
like thorns pierced me. |
I don't take your jokes well, |
why be so cruel? |
give me so many roses |
like thorns pierced me. |
so easily you explode, |
what the hell owns you? |
you can think the worst, |
that the appearance is not sincere, |
not. |
spent the nights awake, |
be a sentence |
bitter taste? |
I could lose control |
with a tricky appearance, |
not? |
spent the nights awake, |
I deserve to burn |
the heart? |