Melendi — La tortura de Lyss song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La tortura de Lyss" by Melendi.
Lyrics
Sabía,
que era algo malo lo que aquel cabrón hacia
pero por miedo rabia nunca se atrevía,
a compartir la situación
Dolía,
más en su mente que en su cuerpo
y en la vergüenza del silencio
se marchito su corazón
Las otras niñas no jugaban
al mismo juego que jugaba Lyss
Las otras no se desnudaban
ni les contaban los lunares
y amanecían en sus sabanas
lagrimitas de sangre
La tortura de Lyss era su padre
mas que padre una cruz
mas que cruz el dolor
que vieron las paredes de aquella habitación
La tortura de Lyss
Creía,
que después de la noche oscura llega el día
pero en su caso nunca se cruzó el ocaso
nadie escucho su desnudez
Dolía,
más en su mente que en su cuerpo
y en la vergüenza del silencio
se marchito su corazón
Las otras niñas no jugaban
al mismo juego que jugaba Lyss
las otras no se desnudaban
ni les contaban los lunares
y amanecían en sus sabanas
lagrimitas de sangre
La tortura de Lyss era su padre
mas que padre una cruz
mas que cruz el dolor
que vieron las paredes de aquella habitación
La tortura de Lyss
Lyss poco a poco se fue haciendo mayor,
encerrada en si misma renunciando al amor
presa del miedo, no supo huir
de aquellos putos recuerdos
antes de morir
Lyrics translation
Know,
that it was a bad thing what that bastard was doing
but for fear rage never dared,
to share the situation
Hurt,
more in his mind than in his body
and in the shame of silence
his heart withered
The other girls didn't play
the same game Lyss was playing
The others did not undress
they didn't even tell them the moles.
and they dawned on their sheets
tears of blood
The torture of Lyss was his father
more than father a cross
but the pain crosses
who saw the walls of that room
The torture of Lyss
Believe,
that after the Dark Night Comes the day
but in his case the sunset never crossed
no one heard her nakedness
Hurt,
more in his mind than in his body
and in the shame of silence
his heart withered
The other girls didn't play
the same game Lyss was playing
the others did not undress
they didn't even tell them the moles.
and they dawned on their sheets
tears of blood
The torture of Lyss was his father
more than father a cross
but the pain crosses
who saw the walls of that room
The torture of Lyss
Lyss gradually got older,
locked in herself renouncing love
prey of fear, did not know how to run away
of those fucking memories
before he died