Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yo Soy Aquel Muchacho, artist - Julio Sosa.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: Spanish
Yo Soy Aquel Muchacho(original) |
Ya pasó la primavera con sus flores |
Golondrina mensajera de mis sueños |
Hoy te alejas y te llevas mis amores |
Y yo sigo tu viaje con empeño |
Vuelve pronto, que el otoño traicionero |
Me sepulta en la tristeza de sus días |
Quiero ser a tu regreso el cancionero |
Que deje un, te quiero, frente a un corazón |
Yo soy aquel muchacho que puse sin agravios |
En tus pintados labios, la gloria de un vivir |
Aquel que entre caricias, tornábase sumiso |
Y que el destino quiso hundirlo en el sufrir |
Yo soy aquel que tuvo constancia y fe sincera |
Yo fui la primavera y tu el otoño cruel |
Te has vuelto golondrina, te enloqueció el espacio |
Que fue como un palacio, para vivir tu en el |
Si en tu viaje te azotara la tormenta |
De un invierno y con su frío te maltrata |
No le pongas cara fiera, está contenta |
Que con risas al dolor se desbarata |
Yo también, cuando te fuiste golondrina |
A mi llanto lo mezclé con alegria |
Y tiré como nerviosa serpentina |
La venenosa espina que ha muerto mi ilusión |
(translation) |
Spring has already passed with its flowers |
messenger swallow of my dreams |
Today you walk away and you take my loves |
And I follow your journey with determination |
Come back soon, that treacherous autumn |
It buries me in the sadness of its days |
I want to be the songbook on your return |
That leaves a, I love you, in front of a heart |
I am that boy that I put without grievances |
In your painted lips, the glory of a living |
The one who, between caresses, became submissive |
And that fate wanted to plunge him into suffering |
I am the one who had constancy and sincere faith |
I was the spring and you were the cruel autumn |
You have become a swallow, space has made you crazy |
That it was like a palace, to live in it |
If the storm hit you on your trip |
Of a winter and with its cold it mistreats you |
Don't make a fierce face at her, she's happy |
that with laughter to pain she falls apart |
Me too, when you left swallow |
I mixed my crying with joy |
And I pulled like a nervous streamer |
The poisonous thorn that has killed my illusion |