Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mil Historias, artist - Los Enanitos Verdes. Album song Coleccion Aniversario, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: EMI Odeon SAIC
Song language: Spanish
Mil Historias(original) |
| Que raro es volver a caminar |
| La calle de los que estan solos |
| Se que tambien estas por ahi |
| Mirando con cierta ansiedad |
| «romances en oferta» |
| Todos tienen historias que contar |
| Cuando los ves en las vidrieras: |
| «joven, dos hijos, tres años de terapia |
| Desea conocer al joven manos de tijera» |
| Todo es asi aca, al que no lo engañaron |
| Lo dejaron de amar |
| Mil historias que se cruzan |
| En la calle de la soledad |
| Como olvidarte si en este lugar |
| Todo me lleva a recordarte |
| Pero tambien recuerdo el dolor |
| Y como la pasion se fue |
| Sin que nos demos cuenta |
| Todo es asi aca, al que no lo engañaron |
| Lo dejaron de amar |
| Mil historias que se cruzan |
| En la calle de la soledad |
| Y cada tanto algunos se van |
| Sonriendo de la mano de la suerte |
| Cruzan sus dedos para no volver mas a aca |
| Y en sus caras el amor |
| Los hace ver adolescentes |
| Todo es asi aca, al que no lo engañaron |
| Lo dejaron de amar |
| Mil historias que se cruzan |
| En la calle de la soledad |
| Mil historias que se cruzan |
| En la calle de la soledad |
| Calle de la soledad |
| (translation) |
| How strange it is to walk again |
| The street of those who are alone |
| I know you're out there too |
| Looking with some anxiety |
| “romances on sale” |
| They all have stories to tell |
| When you see them in the windows: |
| «Young man, two children, three years of therapy |
| You want to meet young scissorhands" |
| Everything is like that here, who was not deceived |
| they stopped loving him |
| A thousand intersecting stories |
| In the street of solitude |
| How to forget you if in this place |
| Everything leads me to remember you |
| But I also remember the pain |
| And how the passion left |
| without us noticing |
| Everything is like that here, who was not deceived |
| they stopped loving him |
| A thousand intersecting stories |
| In the street of solitude |
| And every now and then some leave |
| Smiling from the hand of luck |
| They cross their fingers not to come back here |
| And in their faces the love |
| makes them look teenagers |
| Everything is like that here, who was not deceived |
| they stopped loving him |
| A thousand intersecting stories |
| In the street of solitude |
| A thousand intersecting stories |
| In the street of solitude |
| street of solitude |