Translation of the song lyrics Afiche - José Larralde

Afiche (original)

Letra de AficheCruel en el cartel
La propaganda manda cruel en el cartel
Y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel
Se vende la ilusión, se rifa el corazón
Y apareces tu, vendiendo el último girón de juventud
Cargándome otra vez la cruz
Cruel en el cartel, te ríes corazón
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón
Ya da la noche a la cancel, su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel, y hace con él la primavera
Pero qué, si están tus cosas pero tu no estás
Porque eres algo para todos ya, como un desnudo de vidriera
Luché a tu lado para ti
Por Dios… y te perdí
Yo te dí un hogar
Siempre fui pobre pero yo te dí un hogar
Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar
Luchando para tí, sangrando para ti
Luego la verdad, que es restregarse con arena el paladar
Y ahogarse sin poder gritar
Yo te di un hogar, fue culpa del amor
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón
Ya da la noche a la cancel, su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel, y hace con él la primavera
Pero qué, si están tus cosas pero tu no estás
Porque eres algo para todos ya, como un desnudo de vidriera
Luché a tu lado para ti
Por Dios… y te perdí
Yo te dí un hogar
Siempre fui pobre pero yo te di un hogar
Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar
Luchando para ti, sangrando para ti
Luego la verdad, que es restregarse con arena el paladar
Y ahogarse sin poder gritar
Yo te di un hogar, fue culpa del amor
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón

Afiche (translation)

Cruel Poster lyrics on the poster
Propaganda sends cruel on the poster
And in the fetish of a paper poster
The illusion is sold, the heart is raffled
And you appear, selling the last shred of youth
Carrying the cross again
Cruel on the bill, you laugh heart
They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner
He already gives the night to the gate, his skin with dark circles
He already wets the air with his brush, and makes spring with it
But what if your things are there but you're not
Because you are something for everyone now, like a nude in a stained glass window
I fought by your side for you
By God... and I lost you
I gave you a home
I was always poor but I gave you a home
I wore out the smiles from fighting
Fighting for you, bleeding for you
Then the truth, which is to rub the palate with sand
And drown without being able to scream
I gave you a home, it was love's fault
They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner
He already gives the night to the gate, his skin with dark circles
He already wets the air with his brush, and makes spring with it
But what if your things are there but you're not
Because you are something for everyone now, like a nude in a stained glass window
I fought by your side for you
By God... and I lost you
I gave you a home
I was always poor but I gave you a home
I wore out the smiles from fighting
Fighting for you, bleeding for you
Then the truth, which is to rub the palate with sand
And drown without being able to scream
I gave you a home, it was love's fault
They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner