Santa Sofía - Chayanne

Porque yo s que las almas se juntan

Y que los cuerpos en vida se cruzan

Porque la vida es asi 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 tu mujer, me has estado llevando

En un colapso que pinta en un infarto

Y y, sin libertad

cargando las cadenas de la soledad

Y tu sin mas ni mas que nunca llamaras

Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agonia

Esto no se cura con penicilina

Me he baado todo, en ague bendita

Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofia.

Soy un disidente de la psiquiatria

Un invertebrado sin anatomia

Una media cosa, una cosa fria

Que si tu 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 mia que no puedo

Con esa pena que es como una espada

Que me ha dejado cortado en dos tajadas

Y que los dias me importan un bledo

Y lo que viene, sin ti y no lo quiero

Y y, sin libertad

Cargando las cadenas de la soledad

Y tu sin mas ni mas que nunca llamaras.

Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agonia

Esto no se cura con penicilina

Me he baado todo en agua bendita

Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofia

Soy un disidente de la psiquiatria

Un invertebrado sin anatomia

Una media cosa, una cosa fria

Que si tu no vuelves se le va la vida.

Santa Sofia…

Santa Sofia…

Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agonia

Esto no se cura con penicilina

Me he baado todo en agua bendita

Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofia.

Soy un disidente de la psiquiatria

Un invertebrado sin anatomia

Una media cosa, una cosa fria

Que si tu no vuelves, se le va la vida.

Santa Sofia…

Santa Sofia…

Flaco hasta los huesos, vivo en agonia

Esto no se cura con penicilina

Me he baado todo en agua bendita

Y le he puesto velas a Santa Sofia

Soy un disidente de la psiquiatria

Un invertebrado sin anatomia

Una media cosa, una cosa fria

Que si tu no vuelves, se le va la vida.

Because I know that souls come together

And that the bodies in life cross

Because life is so mysterious

I want you to know that I don't think about anything else

And in your little mouth, your laugh, and your hair

And your little kisses, which pray in my creed

That your woman, you've been taking me

In a collapse that paints in a heart attack

And and, without freedom

carrying the chains of loneliness

And you without more or more that you will never call

Skinny to the bone, I live in agony

This is not cured with penicillin

I have bathed everything, in blessed water

And I have put candles on Santa Sofia.

I am a dissident of psychiatry

An invertebrate without anatomy

A half thing, a cold thing

That if you don't come back his life goes away

Because my prayers don't reach heaven

And my promises are sticks of a blind man

Because I am not a matador or a bullfighter

I want you to know my baby that I can't

With that sorrow that she is like a sword

That she has left me cut in two slices

And that the days don't give a damn

And what comes, without you and I don't want it

And and, without freedom

Carrying the chains of loneliness

And you without more or more that you will never call.

Skinny to the bone, I live in agony

This is not cured with penicillin

I have bathed everything in holy water

And I have put candles on Santa Sofia

I am a dissident of psychiatry

An invertebrate without anatomy

A half thing, a cold thing

That if you don't come back, his life goes away.

Hagia Sophia...

Hagia Sophia...

Skinny to the bone, I live in agony

This is not cured with penicillin

I have bathed everything in holy water

And I have put candles on Santa Sofia.

I am a dissident of psychiatry

An invertebrate without anatomy

A half thing, a cold thing

That if you don't come back, his life is gone.

Hagia Sophia...

Hagia Sophia...

Skinny to the bone, I live in agony

This is not cured with penicillin

I have bathed everything in holy water

And I have put candles on Santa Sofia

I am a dissident of psychiatry

An invertebrate without anatomy

A half thing, a cold thing

That if you don't come back, his life is gone.