Roberto Goyeneche — Afiches song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Afiches" by Roberto Goyeneche.
Lyrics
Cruel en el cartel
La propaganda manda cruel en el cartel
Y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel
Se vende la ilusion, se rifa el corazón
Y apareces tu
Vendiendo el último jiron de juventud
Cargandome otra vez la cruz
Cruel en el cartel
Te ries corazón…
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon
Ya da la noche a la cancel
Su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel
Y hace con el la primavera
Pero que! Si estan tus cosas
Pero tu no estas
Porque eres algo para todos ya
Como un desnudo de vidriera
Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios
Y te perdi…
Yo te di un hogar
Siempre fui pobre pero yo te di un hogar
Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar
Luchando para ti
Sangrando para ti
Luego la verdad
Que es restregarse con arena el paladar
Y ahogarse sin poder gritar
Que yo te di un hogar
Fue culpa del amor
Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon
Ya da la noche a la cancel
Su piel de ojera
Ya moja el aire su pincel
Y hace con el la primavera
Pero que! Si estan tus cosas
Pero tu no estas
Porque eres algo para todos ya
Como un desnudo de vidriera
Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios
Y te perdi…
Lyrics translation
Cruel on the poster
Propaganda rules cruel on the poster
And in the fetish of a paper poster
The illusion is sold, the heart is raffled
And you show up
Selling the last jiron of youth
Carrying my cross again
Cruel on the poster
You laugh heart…
They want to shoot in a corner
Already gives the night to the cancel
Your dark circles skin
Already wet the air your brush
And makes with the spring
But what! If it's your stuff
But you're not
Because you're something for everyone already
Like a stained glass window nude
Fight by Your Side for you, for God's sake
And I lost you…
I gave you a home
I was always poor but I gave you a home
I spent the smiles of fighting
Fighting for you
Bleeding for you
Then the truth
That is to rub with sand the palate
And drown without being able to scream
That I gave you a home
It was love's fault
They want to shoot in a corner
Already gives the night to the cancel
Your dark circles skin
Already wet the air your brush
And makes with the spring
But what! If it's your stuff
But you're not
Because you're something for everyone already
Like a stained glass window nude
Fight by Your Side for you, for God's sake
And I lost you…