Lyrics of Llora - Kaydy Cain

Llora (original)

Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora…
Yo también lloro, aunque que no lo veas
Yo también sufro, aunque no me creas
Me rodeo de putas pero ninguna me llena
Y alguna vez he pensado en cortarme las venas
Ahora puedo dejarla y en verdad no quiero hacerlo
Ni quería salir de ella porque estabas dentro
Pero desde fuera se la echa mucho de menos
Yo quiero a las dos aunque ninguna quiera verlo
La calle está celosa de ti, tú de la calle
Pero para mi se hacen las dos inseparables
Tú me das la vida, la calle me la quita
Tú eres para mi como en la herida una tirita
Y ella sufre porque me quiere
Y ve que las heridas nunca dejan de sangrar
Me dice que está cansada de curarlas
Que me vaya pal' carajo, que me aguante mi mamá
Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora…
Dice que pare un poco, que fumo mucho
Y que sigo llego tan tarde porque me ducho
Me dice que me acerque para ver a que huelo
Me dice que me acerque para ver lo que llevo
A veces ha llegado hasta chuparme la nariz
A veces hasta me registra dentro del calcetín
A veces piensa que voy a dejar de consumir
Y no es así, dice que al final yo solo voy a morir
Y ella llora, porque sabe que me casé con la calle y nunca será mi señora
Porque pensaba que todo iba a mejorar pero solo se empeora
Porque sabe que tengo los días contados como agua en la cantimplora
Y me quiere, por eso llora…

(translation)

And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady
Cause she thought everything was gonna get better but it only gets worse
Because she knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen
And she loves me, that's why she cries...
I cry too, even if you don't see it
I suffer too, even if you don't believe me
I surround myself with whores but none fills me up
And have I ever thought about cutting my wrists
Now I can leave her and I really don't want to
I didn't want to get out of it because you were inside
But from the outside she misses her so much
I love both of them even if neither wants to see it
The street is jealous of you, you of the street
But for me the two become inseparable
You give me life, the street takes it from me
You are for me like a band-aid in the wound
And she suffers because she loves me
And she sees that wounds never stop bleeding
She tells me that she is tired of curing them
Let me go to hell, let my mom put up with me
And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady.
Cause she thought everything was gonna get better but it only gets worse
Because he knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen
And he loves me, that's why he cries...
She says stop a bit, I smoke a lot
And that I still arrive so late because I take a shower
She tells me to come closer to see what I smell
She tells me to come closer to see what I'm wearing
Sometimes it has gone so far as to suck my nose
Sometimes she even registers me inside the sock
Sometimes he thinks I'm going to stop using
And it's not like that, she says that in the end I'm just going to die
And she cries, because she knows that I married the street and she will never be my lady.
Cause she thought everything would get better but she only gets worse
Because she knows that my days are numbered like water in the canteen
And she loves me, that's why she cries...