Gloria Trevi — Psicofonía song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Psicofonía" by Gloria Trevi.
Lyrics
Desde que ya no está,
ya no descansa en paz,
su alma llora, llora,
él no se conforma con la soledad.
Desde que ya no está,
él empezóa vagar,
su alma penintente sin opcion a muerte
por la eternidad…
Se conocieron en un frío Diciembre 3 años atrás
él queria asustarla por el ventanal,
ella lo asustócuando le sonrió,
él mirósus ojos y cayóen su fondo, hasta su corazón.
Ella es una loca, loca perdida,
él adora su alma herida,
y se amaron bailando sin tiempo,
psicofonias que él cantaba en el viento.
Ella es una loca, loca perdida,
él se aparece en fuego y policromias,
el fantasma y la loca se quieren casar,
el padre de ella no lo quiere aceptar
No es una maldición, lo atan en la mansion
por eso el canta canta,
y el viento se lleva su lamentacion
si pones atención, escucharás su voz,
y seguro que ella en su blanca celda
baila psicofonias de amor
Ella es una loca, loca perdida,
él adora su alma herida,
y se amaron bailando sin tiempo,
psicofonias que él cantaba en el viento.
Ella es una loca, loca perdida,
él se aparece en fuego y policromias,
el fantasma y la loca se quieren casar,
el padre de ella no lo quiere aceptar
Ella es una loca, loca perdida,
él la adora, ella nunca lo olvida,
pues la envuelve con psicofonias
los muertos nos hablan, algunos nos aman…
Lyrics translation
Since he's gone,
he no longer rests in peace,
his soul weeps, weeps,
he doesn't settle for loneliness.
Since he's gone,
he began to wander,
his penitent soul with no choice to death
for eternity…
They met in a cold December 3 years ago
he wanted to scare her out of the window.,
she scared him when she smiled at him.,
he looked at his eyes and fell down to his heart.
She's a crazy, crazy lost,
he worships his wounded soul,
and they loved each other dancing without time,
psychophony that he sang in the wind.
She's a crazy, crazy lost,
he appears in fire and polychromy,
the ghost and the madwoman want to get married,
her father won't accept it.
It's not a curse, they tie him up in the mansion
that's why he sings.,
and the wind takes away his lamentation
if you pay attention, you'll hear his voice,
and surely she in her white cell
dance psychophonies of love
She's a crazy, crazy lost,
he worships his wounded soul,
and they loved each other dancing without time,
psychophony that he sang in the wind.
She's a crazy, crazy lost,
he appears in fire and polychromy,
the ghost and the madwoman want to get married,
her father won't accept it.
She's a crazy, crazy lost,
he adores her, she never forgets it,
well, he wraps her up with psychophony.
the dead speak to us, some love us…