Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Es La Verdad, artist - Jose Luis Perales.
Date of issue: 02.03.2003
Song language: Spanish
Es La Verdad(original) |
Aquel secreto que era nuestro nos lo están gritando |
Aquella casa que era nuestra nos la están robando |
Aquella soledad contigo se me está olvidando |
Estamos queriendo volar y estamos presos |
Cambiamos un trozo de pan por unos versos |
A veces queremos llorar y no podemos |
A veces queremos hablar y estamos lejos |
Es la verdad, de nuestra profesión |
Hay que vivir, siempre de buen humor |
Hay que cantar, poniendo el corazón |
Pero a quien le preocupa en realidad |
Si eres feliz o no |
Aquel camino que era nuestro lo pisaron tantos |
El mundo que soñamos juntos se durmió esperando |
La imagen de un amanecer se me está borrando |
Pero hay que soñar y vivir, la vida empieza |
Los sueños no pueden morir en la maleta |
El tiempo de ayer volverá a nuestra casa |
El sol que se oculta saldrá otra mañana |
Es la verdad, de nuestra profesión |
Hay que vivir, siempre de buen humor |
Hay que cantar, poniendo el corazón |
Pero a quien le preocupa en realidad |
Si eres feliz o no |
Es la verdad, de nuestra profesión |
(translation) |
That secret that was ours is being yelled at us |
That house that was ours is being stolen from us |
That loneliness with you I'm forgetting |
We are wanting to fly and we are prisoners |
We traded a piece of bread for some verses |
Sometimes we want to cry and we can't |
Sometimes we want to talk and we are far away |
It is the truth, of our profession |
You have to live, always in a good mood |
You have to sing, putting your heart |
But who really cares |
whether you are happy or not |
That path that was ours was trodden by so many |
The world we dreamed together fell asleep waiting |
The image of a sunrise is erasing me |
But you have to dream and live, life begins |
Dreams cannot die in the suitcase |
Yesterday's time will return to our house |
The sun that sets will rise another morning |
It is the truth, of our profession |
You have to live, always in a good mood |
You have to sing, putting your heart |
But who really cares |
whether you are happy or not |
It is the truth, of our profession |