La Niña Que Llora En Tus Fiestas | The Girl That Cries At Your Parties |
Vuela un columpio vacío sobre mi cabeza. Vuela por el cementerio de mi voluntad. Sigo buscando la niña que llora en tus fiestas. Suenan campanas en flor por mi funeral Coro: Mírame con la estrella polar a mis pies. Vuelvo a casa perdida otra vez Porque no sé dejar de adorarte Mírame Vuela un columpio vacío rozando la arena. Deja las huellas del ángel caído al pasar. Huellas que siempre me llevan a ti quitapenas Como la dosis de vida fugaz que me diste a probar Coro Pienso en ti cada vez que me alejo de mí Cada vez que prefiero morir Desde el día que tú me dijiste «Tu carita es una rosa sin abrir» Coro Piensa en mí cada vez que me miras así. Se me cosen los labios a ti Y la luna me pinta los ojos Mírame Cada vez que te vas, pienso en ti Cada vez que prefiero morir Cada vez que me besas así Cada vez que te vas, mírame |
An empty swing flies over my head. It flies through the cemetery of my will. I keep looking for the girl that cries at your parties. Bells in flower ring for my funeral Chorus: Look at me with the pole star at my feet. I am going home lost again Because I do not know how to stop adoring you Look at me An empty swing flies, grazing the sand. It leaves the marks of the fallen angel as it passes. Marks that always take comfort from me to you Like the dose of fleeting life that you gave me to try out Chorus I think of you every time that I distance myself from myself (???) Every time that I would rather die Since the day that you said to me “Your little face is an unopened rose” Chorus Think of me every time that you look at me that way. My lips sew me to you And the moon paints my eyes Look at me Every time that you go away, I think of you Every time that I would rather die Every time that you kiss me that way Every time that you go away, look at me |