Del Tope al Fondo - Cultura Profética

Como ha pasado el tiempo,

De pronto tan violento.

La risa borrada en fin de mí.

Pues no siento nada.

Aquíno late nada.

Aquíno se oye nada.

Aquí, no vuelvas ya por nada.

Ya no me veo igual en ti,

Y no me gusta verme así,

Se rompióel cristal de este sueño,

Busco en nuestro mes de abril.

Y no siento nada.

Aquíno late nada.

Aquíno se oye nada.

Aquí, no vuelvas ya por nada.

Porque te has caído negra,

Del tope al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo, al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo, de mi corazón,

Como has caído.

Pensar que alguna vez amarte fue mi arte,

Cuidarte y constantemente iluminarte.

Hoy mi guitarra igual se desvela,

Pero no se oye igual.

Pues no siento nada.

Aquíno late nada.

Aquíno se oye nada.

Aquí, no vuelvas ya por nada.

Como fue…

Del tope al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo, al fondo.

Como has caído tan hondo,

Del tope al fondo, de mi corazón,

Como has caído.

Negra… Como fue,

Como has caído.

As time has passed,

Suddenly so violent.

The laughter erased at the end of me.

Well, I don't feel anything.

Nothing beats here.

Nothing is heard here.

Here, do not come back for anything.

I no longer see myself the same in you,

And I don't like to see myself like this

The glass of this dream was broken,

I look in our month of April.

And I don't feel anything.

Nothing beats here.

Nothing is heard here.

Here, do not come back for anything.

Because you have fallen black,

From top to bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From top to bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From the top to the bottom, to the bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From top to bottom, from my heart,

How did you fall?

To think that once loving you was my art,

Take care of yourself and constantly enlighten you.

Today my guitar is still awake,

But it doesn't sound the same.

Well, I don't feel anything.

Nothing beats here.

Nothing is heard here.

Here, do not come back for anything.

As was…

From top to bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From top to bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From the top to the bottom, to the bottom.

How did you fall so deep?

From top to bottom, from my heart,

How did you fall?

Black... How was it,

How did you fall?