Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hasta Que La Muerte Los Separe, artist - Melendi. Album song Que El Cielo Espere Sentao.., in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.08.2006
Record label: Carlitos
Song language: Spanish
Hasta Que La Muerte Los Separe(original) |
Su mala puntería con las llaves |
Anuncia un mal nacido tras la puerta |
Con piel de lobo y corazón cobarde |
Con más de mil motivos para odiarle |
Por el pasillo cruje una madera |
Igual que suena el alma de esa madre |
Porque él no pega con la mano abierta, no |
Es algo que aprendió bien de su padre |
Ella coge un cuchillo y no sabe que hacer |
Si cortarse la vena o clavárselo a él |
Se apoya en la nevera, se deja caer y llorando |
Le ruega que no le de siempre al mismo lao' |
Marido y mujer |
Hasta que la muerte los separe |
Y ella espera llegue de su mano |
Porque solo así podrá devolverle parte del daño |
Porque fue a la ley |
Y la ley le dio del otro lao' |
No son suficientes los morao’s |
Y segar al cero su amor sincero pa' condenarle |
Él sólamente se siente seguro |
Cosiéndole el corazón a su puño |
Un hombre que se cela hasta del viento |
Pues sabe que él sólo es mierda por dentro |
Pero la vida le devolvió la hostia |
Grabando aquel momento en su memoria |
Momento en que no controló sus manos |
Ahogando lo que hace ya tiempo había matado |
Ella coge un cuchillo y no sabe que hacer |
Si cortarse la vena o clavárselo a él |
Se apoya en la nevera, se deja caer y llorando |
Le ruega que no le de siempre al mismo lao' |
Marido y mujer |
Hasta que la muerte los separe |
Y ella espera llegue de su mano |
Porque solo así podrá devolverle parte del daño |
Porque fue a la ley |
Y la ley le dio del otro lao' |
No son suficientes los morao’s |
Y segar al cero su amor sincero pa' condenarle |
Y no le dió miedo la muerte |
Y se marchó tan sonriente |
Fue la ultima vez que lloró |
Y no le dió miedo la muerte |
Y se marchó tan sonriente |
Fue la ultima vez que lloró |
(translation) |
His poor aim with the keys |
Announces an evil born behind the door |
With wolf skin and a cowardly heart |
With more than a thousand reasons to hate him |
Down the hall a wood creaks |
Just like the soul of that mother sounds |
'Cause he don't hit with an open hand, no |
It is something that he learned well from his father |
She picks up a knife and she doesn't know what to do |
Whether to cut his vein or stick it to him |
She is leaning on the fridge, laying down and crying |
He begs you not to always give it to the same lao' |
Husband and wife |
Until death separates them |
And she waits for it to come from her hand |
Because only then can she return part of the damage |
Because she went to law |
And the law gave him the other side |
Morao's are not enough |
And mow her zero of her sincere love of her to 'condemn her |
He just feels safe |
Sewing the heart to his fist |
A man who is jealous even of the wind |
She well she knows that he is only shit inside |
But life gave him back the host |
Recording that moment in his memory |
Moment when he did not control his hands |
Drowning what he had long ago killed |
She picks up a knife and she doesn't know what to do |
Whether to cut his vein or stick it to him |
She is leaning on the fridge, laying down and crying |
She begs him not to always give it to the same lao ' |
Husband and wife |
Until death separates them |
And she waits for it to come from her hand |
Because only then can she return part of the damage |
Because he went to law |
And the law gave him the other side |
Morao's are not enough |
And mow down to zero his sincere love for him to condemn him |
And she was not afraid of death |
And she walked away so smiling |
It was the last time she cried |
And she was not afraid of death |
And she walked away so smiling |
It was the last time she cried |