Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Supermercado, artist - Paté de Fuá.
Date of issue: 29.02.2012
Song language: Spanish
El Supermercado(original) |
Amurado en tu recuerdo ayer anduve caminando |
Por tu barrio que es mi barrio |
Y al buscar el portón de tu casa natal |
El umbral donde un día te besé |
Vine encontrarme que tu cuadra había cambiado |
Y en vez de tu morada se halló en tu calzada |
Una mole de hormigón iluminado |
Todo un gran supermercado con letreros en inglés |
¿Qué quedó de tu blanco balcón? |
¿Dónde está tu mirada de tímido amor? |
Me preguntaba al ver pasar los changarines |
Enterrando en los confines |
El olvido tu historia y la mía |
Ruido frío de máquina triste |
Quién dirá que realmente vos fuiste |
Sueño mío en la penumbra de un farol |
Fiel rocío perfumado de rubor |
Pétalo de luz, hilo de mi voz |
Beso irremediable de tu amor |
Yo te quise de tantas maneras |
Yo te quise de veras tal vez sin saber |
Que el tiempo es vendaval que arrastra todo |
Vaya uno a saber qué modo |
De quererte estaba bien |
Hoy me siento bien con la desesperanza |
Y el dinero como siempre que no alcanza |
En el absurdo final de nuestra historia |
Cemento y desquicio de toda memoria |
Nada nada entre nosotros ha quedado |
Sólo un gran supermercado |
Y este amor sin para qué |
(translation) |
Amurado in your memory yesterday I was walking |
For your neighborhood, which is my neighborhood |
And when looking for the gate of your native house |
The threshold where one day I kissed you |
I came to find that your block had changed |
And instead of your abode it was found on your road |
A mass of illuminated concrete |
Quite a large supermarket with signs in English |
What was left of your white balcony? |
Where is your look of shy love? |
I wondered when I saw the changarines go by |
Burying in the confines |
He forgot your story and mine |
Cold sad machine noise |
Who will say that you really were |
My dream in the gloom of a lantern |
Faithful scented dew of blush |
Petal of light, thread of my voice |
Irremediable kiss of your love |
I loved you in so many ways |
I really loved you maybe without knowing |
That time is a gale that drags everything |
Who knows what mode |
of loving you was fine |
Today I feel good with despair |
And money, as always, is not enough |
At the absurd end of our story |
Cement and madness of all memory |
Nothing, nothing between us has remained |
Just a big supermarket |
And this love without what |