Los Planetas — Santos Que Yo Te Pinte song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Santos Que Yo Te Pinte" by Los Planetas.
Lyrics
Yo no tengo la culpa
de que te duela el alma.
No tengo culpa ninguna
de que te fumes plata.
A veces me pregunto
de quién será el fantasma
que te ha tapado los ojos
para que no veas nada.
Dime dónde has estado
niña de cara blanca,
dónde has dejado tu risa
que no está donde estaba.
Todo lo que yo tengo,
todo yo te lo daba,
pero si acabas conmigo
vas a ser desgraciada.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Yo no soy ningún ángel,
yo no soy ningún santo,
pero lo que estás haciendo
es que me está matando.
Puedes buscar por tierra,
puedes buscar por aire,
que como yo te he querido
no va a quererte nadie,
no va a quererte nadie.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Santos que yo te pinte
demonios se tienen que volver.
Lyrics translation
It's not my fault.
that your soul hurts.
I have no fault of my own
smoking silver.
Sometimes I wonder
whose ghost will it be
that has blocked your eyes
so you don't see anything.
Tell me where you've been
white-faced girl,
where did you leave your laughter
that it's not where it was.
All I have,
everything I gave you,
but if you finish me off
you're gonna be miserable.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
I am no angel,
I am no saint,
but what you're doing
it's just killing me.
You can search by land,
you can search by air,
that as I have loved you
no one's gonna love you.,
no one's gonna love you.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.
Saints I paint you
the hell they have to turn around.