
Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Song language: Spanish
Dulce Locura(original) |
Tengo el inventario de recuerdos |
De la historia más bonita que en la vida escuché. |
Vendo el guión de la película |
Más triste y la más bella que en la vida pude ver. |
Vendo los acordes, la brillante melodía |
Y la letra que en la vida compondré. |
Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia |
El estreno del momento que en la vida viviré. |
Y entiendo que te fueras |
Y ahora pago mi condena |
Pero no me pidas que quiera vivir… |
Sin tu Luna, sin tu Sol, |
Sin tu Dulce Locura |
Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda |
La noche te sueña y se burla, |
Te intento abrazar y te esfumas. |
Tengo una cámara que sabe que captaba |
La mirada que en la vida grabaré. |
Tengo dos entradas caducadas que |
Eran de segunda fila que en la vida romperé. |
Tengo dos butacas reservadas hace siglos |
Y ahora caigo que en la vida me senté. |
Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia |
El estreno del momento que en la vida viviré. |
Y entiendo que te fueras, |
Y ahora pago mi condena, |
Pero no me pidas que quiera vivir… |
Sin tu Luna, sin tu Sol, |
Sin tu Dulce Locura |
Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda |
La noche te sueña y se burla, |
Te intento abrazar… |
Sin tu Luna, sin tu Sol, |
Sin tu Dulce Locura |
Llorando como un día de lluvia |
Mi alma despega y te busca |
En un viaje del que no vuelve nunca |
Subiré cada noche a buscar |
A tu Luna a mi tejado, |
El recuerdo de un abrazo |
Que aún me hace tiritar. |
Sin tu Luna, sin tu Sol, |
Sin tu Dulce Locura |
Me vuelvo pequeña y menuda |
La noche te sueña y se burla, |
Te intento abrazar… |
Sin tu Luna, sin tu Sol, |
Sin tu Dulce Locura |
Llorando como un día de lluvia |
Mi alma despega y te busca |
En un viaje del que nunca volverá |
(translation) |
I have the inventory of memories |
From the most beautiful story I've ever heard. |
I sell the movie script |
Saddest and the most beautiful I could ever see. |
I sell the chords, the brilliant melody |
And the lyrics that I will compose in my life. |
I sell even the poster where it is advertised |
The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life. |
And I understand that you left |
And now I pay my sentence |
But don't ask me to want to live... |
Without your Moon, without your Sun, |
Without your Sweet Madness |
I become small and petite |
The night dreams of you and mocks you, |
I try to hug you and you vanish. |
I have a camera that knows it captured |
The look that I will record in my life. |
I have two expired tickets that |
They were from the second row that in my life I will break. |
I have two seats reserved centuries ago |
And now I fall that in life I sat down. |
I sell even the poster where it is advertised |
The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life. |
And I understand that you left |
And now I pay my sentence, |
But don't ask me to want to live... |
Without your Moon, without your Sun, |
Without your Sweet Madness |
I become small and petite |
The night dreams of you and mocks you, |
I try to hug you... |
Without your Moon, without your Sun, |
Without your Sweet Madness |
Crying like a rainy day |
My soul takes off and looks for you |
On a journey from which he never returns |
I will go up every night to look for |
To your Moon, to my roof, |
The memory of a hug |
Which still makes me shiver. |
Without your Moon, without your Sun, |
Without your Sweet Madness |
I become small and petite |
The night dreams of you and mocks you, |
I try to hug you... |
Without your Moon, without your Sun, |
Without your Sweet Madness |
Crying like a rainy day |
My soul takes off and looks for you |
On a journey from which you will never return |