Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La tortura de Lyss, artist - Melendi. Album song Lágrimas desordenadas, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 12.11.2012
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
La tortura de Lyss(original) |
Sabía |
Que era algo malo lo que aquel cabrón hacia |
Pero por miedo rabia nunca se atrevía |
A compartir la situación |
Dolía |
Más en su mente que en su cuerpo |
Y en la vergüenza del silencio |
Se marchito su corazón |
Las otras niñas no jugaban |
Al mismo juego que jugaba Lyss |
Las otras no se desnudaban |
Ni les contaban los lunares |
Y amanecían en sus sabanas |
Lagrimitas de sangre |
La tortura de Lyss era su padre |
Mas que padre una cruz |
Mas que cruz el dolor |
Que vieron las paredes de aquella habitación |
La tortura de Lyss |
Creía |
Que después de la noche oscura llega el día |
Pero en su caso nunca se cruzó el ocaso |
Nadie escucho su desnudez |
Dolía |
Más en su mente que en su cuerpo |
Y en la vergüenza del silencio |
Se marchito su corazón |
Las otras niñas no jugaban |
Al mismo juego que jugaba Lyss |
Las otras no se desnudaban |
Ni les contaban los lunares |
Y amanecían en sus sabanas |
Lagrimitas de sangre |
La tortura de Lyss era su padre |
Mas que padre una cruz |
Mas que cruz el dolor |
Que vieron las paredes de aquella habitación |
La tortura de Lyss |
Lyss poco a poco se fue haciendo mayor |
Encerrada en si misma renunciando al amor |
Presa del miedo, no supo huir |
De aquellos putos recuerdos |
Antes de morir |
(translation) |
I knew |
That what that bastard was doing was something bad |
But out of fear, rage, he never dared |
to share the situation |
it hurt |
More in her mind than in her body |
And in the shame of silence |
his heart withered |
The other girls didn't play |
To the same game that Lyss played |
The others did not undress |
They didn't even count the moles |
And they woke up in their sheets |
tears of blood |
Lyss's torture was her father |
More than father a cross |
More than cross the pain |
Who saw the walls of that room |
The torture of Lyss |
She believed |
That after the dark night comes the day |
But in her case, she never crossed the sunset |
No one heard her nakedness |
it hurt |
More in her mind than in her body |
And in the shame of silence |
his heart withered |
The other girls didn't play |
To the same game that Lyss played |
The others did not undress |
They didn't even count the moles |
And they woke up in their sheets |
tears of blood |
Lyss's torture was her father |
More than father a cross |
More than cross the pain |
Who saw the walls of that room |
The torture of Lyss |
Lyss little by little got older |
She closed in on herself renouncing love |
She was prey to fear, she didn't know how to run away |
Of those fucking memories |
Before die |