Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vos lo dijiste, artist - Nacha Guevara. Album song Amor De Ciudad Grande, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 03.12.2015
Record label: Hispavox
Song language: Spanish
Vos lo dijiste(original) |
Vos lo dijiste |
Nuestro amor |
Fue desde siempre un niño muerto |
Solo de a ratos parecía |
Que iba a vivir |
Que iba a vencernos |
Pero los dos fuimos tan fuertes |
Que lo dejamos sin su sangre |
Sin su futuro, sin su cielo |
Un niño muerto, solo eso |
Maravilloso y condenado |
Tal vez tuviera una sonrisa |
Como la tuya |
Dulce y honda |
Tal vez tuviera un alma triste |
Como mi alma |
Poca cosa |
Tal vez aprendiera con el tiempo |
A desplegarse |
A usar el mundo |
Pero los niños que así vienen |
Muertos de amor |
Muertos de miedo |
Tienen tan grande el corazón |
Que se destruyen sin saberlo |
Vos lo dijiste |
Nuestro amor |
Fue desde siempre un niño muerto |
Y qué verdad |
Dura y sin sombra |
Qué verdad |
Fácil y que pena |
Yo imaginaba que era un niño |
Y era tan solo un niño muerto |
Ahora qué queda |
Solo queda venir la fe |
Que recordemos |
Lo que pudimos haber sido para él |
Que no pudo ser nuestro |
Qué más |
Acaso cuando llegue |
Un 23 de abril y abismo |
Vos donde estés |
Llevale flores |
Que yo también iré contigo |
(translation) |
you said it |
Our love |
He was always a dead child |
Only from time to time it seemed |
that I was going to live |
that was going to defeat us |
But we were both so strong |
That we left him without his blood |
Without his future from him, without his sky |
A dead child, just that |
wonderful and damned |
maybe i had a smile |
Like yours |
sweet and deep |
Maybe I had a sad soul |
like my soul |
Little thing |
Maybe I'll learn over time |
to unfold |
to use the world |
But the children who come like this |
dead of love |
scared to death |
They have such a big heart |
that are destroyed without knowing it |
you said it |
Our love |
He was always a dead child |
and how true |
hard and shadowless |
How true |
easy and what a pity |
I imagined I was a child |
And I was just a dead child |
now what's left |
It only remains to come faith |
that we remember |
what we could have been to him |
That he could not be ours |
What else |
perhaps when it arrives |
An April 23 and abyss |
you where you are |
bring her flowers |
That I will also go with you |