Chayanne — Santa Sofía song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Santa Sofía" by Chayanne.
Lyrics
Porque yo s© que las almas se juntan
Y que los cuerpos en vida se cruzan
Porque la vida es as misteriosa
Quiero que sepas que no pienso en otra cosa
Y en tu boquita, tu risa, y tu pelo
Y tus besitos, que rezan en mi credo
Que tє mujer, me has estado llevando
En un colapso que pinta en un infarto
Y yі, sin libertad
cargando las cadenas de la soledad
Y tє sin mЎs ni mЎs que nunca llamarЎs
Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agona
Esto no se cura con penicilina
Me he ba±ado todo, en ague bendita
Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofa.
Soy un disidente de la psiquiatra
Un invertebrado sin anatoma
Una media cosa, una cosa fra
Que si tє no vuelves se le va la vida
Porque mis rezos no llegan al cielo
Y mis promesas son palos de un ciego
Porque no soy matador ni torero
Quiero que sepas nena ma que no puedo
Con esa pena que es como una espada
Que me ha dejado cortado en dos tajadas
Y que los das me importan un bledo
Y lo que viene, sin t yі no lo quiero
Y yі, sin libertad
Cargando las cadenas de la soledad
Y tє sin mЎs ni mЎs que nunca llamarЎs.
Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agona
Esto no se cura con penicilina
Me he ba±ado todo en agua bendita
Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofa
Soy un disidente de la psiquiatra
Un invertebrado sin anatoma
Una media cosa, una cosa fra
Que si tє no vuelves se le vЎ la vida.
Santa Sofa…
Santa Sofa…
Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agona
Esto no se cura con penicilina
Me he ba±ado todo en agua bendita
Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofa.
Soy un disidente de la psiquiatra
Un invertebrado sin anatoma
Una media cosa, una cosa fra
Que si tє no vuelves, se le vЎ la vida.
Santa Sofa…
Santa Sofa…
Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agona
Esto no se cura con penicilina
Me he ba±ado todo en agua bendita
Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofa
Soy un disidente de la psiquiatra
Un invertebrado sin anatoma
Una media cosa, una cosa fra
Que si tє no vuelves, se le vЎ la vida.
Lyrics translation
Because I know that souls come together
And that the living bodies intersect
Because life is mysterious ace
I want you to know that I don't think of anything else
And in your little mouth, your laugh, and your hair
And your little kisses, who pray in my creed
What a woman, you've been taking me
In a collapse that paints into a heart attack
And yi, no freedom
loading the chains of loneliness
And T sin no mYs nor mYs that never llamarYs
Skinny to the bones, I live in agona
This is not cured with penicillin
I've bathed everything, in blessed ague
And I put candles on Santa Sofa.
I'm a dissident psychiatrist.
An invertebrate without Anatomy
A mean thing, a thing between
That if you don't come back, life will go away.
Because my prayers don't reach heaven
And my promises are sticks of a blind man
Because I'm not a matador or a bullfighter
I want you to know baby ma I can't
With that grief that's like a sword
That has left me cut into two slices
And I don't give a damn
And what comes, without T yi I do not want it
And yi, no freedom
Loading the chains of loneliness
And T sin no mYs nor mYs that never llamarYs.
Skinny to the bones, I live in agona
This is not cured with penicillin
I've bathed everything in holy water
And I put candles on Santa Sofa
I'm a dissident psychiatrist.
An invertebrate without Anatomy
A mean thing, a thing between
If you don't come back, you'll see his life.
Santa Sofa…
Santa Sofa…
Skinny to the bones, I live in agona
This is not cured with penicillin
I've bathed everything in holy water
And I put candles on Santa Sofa.
I'm a dissident psychiatrist.
An invertebrate without Anatomy
A mean thing, a thing between
That if you don't come back, you'll see his life.
Santa Sofa…
Santa Sofa…
Skinny to the bones, I live in agona
This is not cured with penicillin
I've bathed everything in holy water
And I put candles on Santa Sofa
I'm a dissident psychiatrist.
An invertebrate without Anatomy
A mean thing, a thing between
That if you don't come back, you'll see his life.