Dulces princesas - David DeMaria

Pasion ha echado cuentas

En la frontera de sus treinta

Y con amor abraza a su pequeña…

La mira mientras piensa

Que toda su vida es para ella

Con el dolor de una preja que no espera…

Sabe que la vida no es un juego

Ha cruzado laberintos de soledad y desconsuelos…

Y pasion elude la tormenta de miradas ajenas

Buscando un poco de calor…

Y pasion que siempre ha sido ella, tan fiel a sus ideas

Le planta cara al desamor, junto a su dulce princesa…

Jamas pidio prestado

El interés de algún te quiero

Y dibujo el sol que hay en su cielo…

Que no hay querer mas grande

Que el de una madre hacia su hijo

Ni mayor perdon que perdonar, a un prisionero del recuerdo…

Cada fin de mes pasa fatigas

Pa pagar las hipotecas de unas caricias de mentira…

Y pasion elude la tormenta de miradas ajenas

Buscando un poco de calor…

Y pasion que siempre ha sido ella, tan fiel a sus ideas

Le planta cara al desamor, junto a su dulce princesa…

Pasion ha echado cuentas, sumando besos a su reina

Restandole rencor al preso de su fiel conciencia…

Dulces princesas, dulces princesas…

Passion has done accounts

On the border of his thirties

And she lovingly hugs her little girl...

He looks at her while she thinks

That all her life is for her

With the pain of a preja that she does not expect...

She knows that life is not a game

She has crossed labyrinths of loneliness and heartbreak...

And passion eludes the storm of foreign gazes

Looking for some warmth…

And passion that has always been her, so faithful to her ideas

She stands up to heartbreak, along with her sweet princess of hers...

never borrowed

The interest of some I love you

And I draw the sun that is in her sky of her...

That there is no wanting greater

That of a mother towards her son

No greater forgiveness than to forgive, a prisoner of memory...

Every end of the month passes fatigue

To pay the mortgages of a few lying caresses...

And passion eludes the storm of foreign gazes

Looking for some warmth…

And passion that she has always been, so faithful to her ideas

She stands up to heartbreak, along with her sweet princess of hers...

Pasion has done accounts, adding kisses to his queen

Subtracting resentment from the prisoner of his faithful conscience of her...

Sweet princesses, sweet princesses...