Lyrics of Hace Dos Semanas - Victor Heredia

Hace Dos Semanas (original)

Hace dos semanas que no sale a trabajar,
Dos semanas tristes sin bebrmela al pasar.
Desde mi ventana slo veo el almacn,
La calle vaca que no ha vuelto a florecer.
Y ella sigue sin pasar con su dulce olor a cielo y soledad.
Y se aburre mi rosal їqu ha pasado muchachita,
Que tu ausencia me ha hecho mal?
Junto a la estufa te pienso,
Leyendo historietas de amor sin final.
Es una excusa esa fiebre,
Quisiste enfermarte para descansar.
Y soar y soar,
Para estar, ms cerca del sol.
Gorrioncito trabajador buscando su calor…
Hace dos semanas, Anala mrame,
Dos semanas largas sin tus ojos de caf.
El padre Francisco ya no puede esperar ms,
Quin le adornar con aleles el altar.
Y tus flores sin volver,
A ponerle primaveras a la fe.
Quin nos curar de amor, perfumados nomeolvides,
Y el que compra ya olvid.
Junto a la estufa te pienso,
Leyendo historietas de amor sin final.
Es una excusa esa fiebre,
Quisiste enfermarte para descansar.
Y soar y soar,
Para estar ms cerca del sol.
Gorrioncito trabajador buscando su calor…

(translation)

He hasn't gone to work for two weeks,
Two sad weeks without drinking it as it passed.
From my window I only see the warehouse,
The empty street that has not bloomed again.
And she still doesn't pass with her sweet smell of her heaven and loneliness.
And my rosebush gets bored, what happened little girl,
That your absence has done me wrong?
Next to the stove I think of you,
Reading endless love comics.
That fever is an excuse
You wanted to get sick to rest.
and dream and dream,
To be, closer to the sun.
Hardworking little sparrow looking for its warmth…
Two weeks ago, Anala look at me,
Two long weeks without your brown eyes.
Father Francisco can no longer wait,
Who will adorn the altar with aleles.
And your flowers without returning,
To put springs to faith.
Who will heal us with love, scented forget-me-nots,
And the one who buys already forgot.
Next to the stove I think of you,
Reading endless love comics.
That fever is an excuse
You wanted to get sick to rest.
and dream and dream,
To be closer to the sun.
Hardworking little sparrow seeking warmth from him...