LA OREJA DE VAN GOGH - DULCE LOCURA

Vendo el inventario de recuerdos de la historia mas bonita que en la vida escuche
Vendo el guión de la película mas triste y la mas bella que en la vida pude ver
Vendo los acordes, la brillante melodía y la letra que en la vida compondré
Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno del momento que en la vida viviré
Entiendo que te fueras, y ahora pago mi condena pero
no me pidas que quiera vivir
Sin tu luna, sin tu sol, sin tu dulce locura
me vuelvo pequeña y menuda, la noche te sueña y se burla
te intento abrazar y te esfumas
vendo una cámara gastada que captaba la mirada que en la vida grabare
vendo dos entradas caducadas que eran de segunda fila que en la vida romperé
vendo dos butacas reservadas hace siglos y ahora caigo que en la vida me senté
vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno del momento que en la vida viviré entiendo que te fueras, y ahora pago mi condena pero no me pidas que quiera vivir
sin tu luna, sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura
me vuelvo pequeña y menuda, la noche te sueña y se burla
te intento abrazar
sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura
llorando como un día de lluvia mi alma despega y te busca
en un viaje un viaje del que no vuelve nunca.
subiré cada noche a buscar a tu luna en mi tejado
el recuerdo de un abrazo que me hace tiritar
sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura
me vuelvo pequeña y menuda
la noche te sueña y se burla
te intento abrazar
sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura
llorando como un día de lluvia mi alma despega y te busca en un viaje del que nunca volverá.
Traducing.
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