El Barrio — Sólo Soy Historia song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sólo Soy Historia" by El Barrio.
Lyrics
Vete tranquila que como dise la historia
todo esta consumado.
Si he bebido de este caliz esa fue tu voluntad
mis «herias» estan por dentro
no estan a simple vista
no estan hechas por clavos.
No me llamo San Pedro
pero tu tampoco resulta que te llamas Maria
Y si te queda alguna duda ya se qe
tu engaño no vale treinta monedas.
Se que ha sido un pobre beso
que duerme en los regazos
de tu cara de inocencia.
Y en este Monte Calvario
esta noche yo he pensado
en una idea que yo te he adorado
que tanto y tanto te he amado
ya no me ahogo en tu pena.
Maldito sea qien piense
que mi crus, que mi cruz
voy llevandola a cuesta.
A todos aquellos
que sabian del engaño y guardaban su silencio.
A los que me escuchaban
sabiendo que era mi ultima cena.
Y mojaban su pan en el plato callando
en el mundo del necio.
Hay un mandamiento que que muy claro
que no hablan mis celos.
No hay que codiciar hermano mio
los bienes ajenos
ahora me voy tranquilo, desahogado, limpio por dentro
porque ha resucitado de un infierno
he pasado al reino de los cielos.
Asi que vete tranquila que todo esta consumado
no hagas que tu conciencia
recaiga en la duda de sentirte culpable
doscientos azotes me den en la espalda
por tanto entregado
pero es que quitarme de mi «lao» a la que me ha
«crucificao» no veas tu que cable.
Vete tranquila mujer ¡Joe!, que todo esta consumado
si he bebido de este caliz
esa fue tu voluntad no la mia.
Mis «herias» estan por dentro
no estan a simple vista
no estan hechas por clavos
yo no soy San Pedro tan solo soy historia
ni tu eres Maria (BIS).
Lyrics translation
Take it easy as the story tells.
everything's done.
If I drank of this limestone that was your will
my "herias" are inside
they are not in plain sight
they're not made of nails.
My Name Is Not St. Peter
but you don't happen to be called Maria either.
And if you have any questions, I know
your deception is not worth thirty coins.
I know it was a poor kiss
who sleeps on his lap
your face of innocence.
And on this Mount Calvary
tonight I've thought
in an idea that I have adored you
that I have loved you so much and so much
I'm not drowning in your grief anymore.
Damn it, I think.
that my crus, that my cross
I'm carrying it.
To all those
who knew of the deception and kept their silence.
To those who listened to me
knowing it was my last supper.
And they would dip their bread in the plate and shut up
in the world of the fool.
There's a commandment that's very clear
they don't talk about my jealousy.
No need to covet my brother
property of others
now I go quiet, unburdened, clean inside
because he's risen from hell
I have passed into the kingdom of heaven.
So go easy, it's all done.
don't make your conscience
fall back on the doubt of feeling guilty
two hundred lashes give me on the back
therefore delivered
but it's that taking me out of my " lao " that has me
"crucificao" don't see your cable.
Go easy, woman, Joe!, that everything is done
if I drank from this limestone
that was your will, not mine.
My "herias" are inside
they are not in plain sight
they're not made by nails.
I'm not St. Peter I'm just history
nor are you Maria (BIS).