Lo Busqué - Ana Barbara

Voy buscando corazon,

que en el verano se perdio,

y no hay mas sindicios,

que alguien digo ke en otra cama durmio,

sigo el rastro desolado de un amor desesperado,

que no digo adios es mas dijo vendria con el alma, y no volvio, desaparecio,

ni huella dejo,

Y lo busque,

hasta debajo de la cama

y encontre pedasos de mi alma,

desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que

no muriera de amor, de pena murio

Y lo busque, hasta debajo de la cama y encontre pedasos de mi alma,

desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que

no muriera de amor, de pena murio

Sigo el rastro desolado, de un amor desesperado, que no digo adios, es mas digo,

vendria con el alma, y no volvio, desaparecio, ni huella dejo

Y lo busque,

hasta debajo de la cama

y encontre pedasos de mi alma,

desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que

no muriera de amor, de pena murio

Y lo busque, hasta debajo de la cama y encontre pedasos de mi alma,

desangrandose, y no le importo, buscar doctor, o alguna curacion pa que

no muriera de amor, de pena murio

I'm looking for a heart

that in the summer was lost,

and there are no more signs,

that someone said ke slept in another bed,

I follow the desolate trail of a desperate love,

I'm not saying goodbye, it's more, she said she would come with her soul, and she didn't come back, she disappeared,

I leave no trace,

and look for it,

even under the bed

and I found pieces of my soul,

bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that

he did not die of love, he died of sorrow

And I looked for it, even under the bed and I found pieces of my soul,

bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that

he did not die of love, he died of sorrow

I follow the desolate trail, of a desperate love, that I don't say goodbye, it's more I say,

He would come with his soul, and he did not return, he disappeared, nor did he leave a trace

and look for it,

even under the bed

and I found pieces of my soul,

bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that

he did not die of love, he died of sorrow

And I looked for it, even under the bed and I found pieces of my soul,

bleeding to death, and he didn't care, to look for a doctor, or some cure so that

he did not die of love, he died of sorrow