Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Camisa Negra (En Vivo Auditorio Nacional), artist - Lucero. Album song Lucero En Vivo Auditorio Nacional, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: EMI Mexico
Song language: Spanish
La Camisa Negra (En Vivo Auditorio Nacional)(original) |
Tengo la camisa negra |
Hoy mi amor esta de luto |
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena |
Y es por culpa de tu embrujo |
Hoy se que tu ya no me quieres |
Y eso es que mas me hiere |
Que tengo la camisa negra |
Y una pena que me duele |
Mal parece que solo quede |
Y fue pura todita tu mentira |
que maldita mala suerte la mia |
que aquel dia te encontre |
Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor |
Yo quede moribundo y lleno de dolor |
Respire de ese humo amargo de tu adios |
Y desde que tu te fuiste yo solo tengo… |
Tengo la camisa negra |
Porque negra tengo el alma |
Yo por ti perdi la calma |
Y casi piedro hasto mi cama |
Cama cama caman baby |
Te digo con disimulo |
Que tengo la camisa negra |
Y debajo tengo el difunto |
Tengo la camisa negra |
Ya tu amor no me interesa |
Lo que ayer me supo a gloria |
Hoy me sabe a pura |
Miercoles por la tarde |
Y tu que no llegas |
Ni squiera muestras senas |
Y yo son la camisa negra |
Y tus maletas en la puert |
(translation) |
I have the black shirt |
Today my love is in mourning |
Today I have a sorrow in my soul |
And it's because of your spell |
Today I know that you no longer love me |
And that is what hurts me the most |
I have the black shirt |
And a pity that hurts me |
Bad it seems that only remains |
And your whole lie was pure |
what a damn bad luck mine |
that day I found you |
For drinking from the evil poison of your love |
I was dying and full of pain |
Breathe in that bitter smoke of your goodbye |
And since you left I only have... |
I have the black shirt |
Because I have a black soul |
I lost my calm for you |
And I almost stoned my bed |
bed baby bed |
I tell you sneakily |
I have the black shirt |
And below I have the deceased |
I have the black shirt |
Your love no longer interests me |
What yesterday tasted like glory to me |
Today it tastes like pure to me |
Wednesday evening |
And you who do not arrive |
Not even serious signs |
And I are the black shirt |
And your bags at the door |