Malvado cupido ¿Por que me has herido?
El veneno de tus flechas se ha clavado en mi pecho
Llego a mi corazon y ahora circula por mis venas...
Malvado cupido... ¿Por que me tatuaste su nombre...?
Me has condenado a muerte con tu flecha...
Me va matando lentamente su indiferencia
Cada vez que el sonrie para ella...
Cupido...
¿Por que...?
¿Por que me has maldito...?
Dime que mal te he hecho
Cupido
Malvado cupido...
Le has entregado mi corazon a alguien que jamas lo quiso
jueves, 25 de marzo de 2010
lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010
22/03/10
El corazon se ha vuelto loco
De pronto se siente solo
Busca un hogar
Aun cuando sabe que no lo va a encontrar
El corazon es tonto
Porque busca a alguien como un loco
El corazon se siente vacio
Porque no hay voz que le diga "cariño mio"
Ha enloquecido
Busca a alguien
Se ilusiona por cosas pequeñas y es ahi donde yo lo rescato...
Tengo que esconderlo por un tiempo, hasta que olvida los problemas
De pronto se siente solo
Busca un hogar
Aun cuando sabe que no lo va a encontrar
El corazon es tonto
Porque busca a alguien como un loco
El corazon se siente vacio
Porque no hay voz que le diga "cariño mio"
Ha enloquecido
Busca a alguien
Se ilusiona por cosas pequeñas y es ahi donde yo lo rescato...
Tengo que esconderlo por un tiempo, hasta que olvida los problemas
miércoles, 17 de marzo de 2010
Is it any wonder - Keane
I.. I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on
But now I think I was wrong
and you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on...
My side,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,
it's hard to know where I am,
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm
stranded in the wrong time
where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme, a soundbite
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
Nothing left inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires,
How do you make it right?
Oh, but you try,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?
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