El Color del Dolor - Dellafuente, Pepe

Llenos de mala agonía, recordando tiempos buenos

Suena mu' agresivo

Decirte no te quiero

Mi alma tiene afonía de gritarte pa' consuelo

Pasando fatiga por tener poco' dinero

Suena mu' agresivo

Pero soy sincero

Y qué difícil fue verte otra vez

Después de tanto tiempo preguntandome por ti

A veces quiero tenerte

Solo a veces pa' olvida' que te perdí

Que raro se me hace no tocarte

Vivo arrepentio de no se' tuyo otra vez

A veces quiero verte

Solo a veces quiero que seas mi muje'

Y es que tu pintaste mis heridas

Del color, del color del dolor

Y yo te busco cuando no puedo ma'

Yo te grito con la boca cerra'

Tengo la' mano' rota' ya de reza'

Y mi guitarra ya ha dejao de sona'

Y es por ti, to' es por ti

Si pensara un momento

Y sintiera lo que siento

Todo cambiaria de colo

Dijiste que sería

Lo nuestro pa' toa la via, pero no

Tragando mi orgullo pa' evita' los male

Ahogando mis penas como tu no sabe

Corazón mal herido, no entiende de morale'

Y es mi perdicion, tener que aguantarme las gana de volve

Es mi perdición, tu pelo, tu cara, tu forma de ser

Y es que tu, pintaste mis heridas

Del color, del color del dolor

Full of bad agony, remembering good times

It sounds very aggressive

Tell you I don't love you

My soul has hoarseness of yelling at you for consolation

Going through fatigue for having little money

It sounds very aggressive

but i'm sincere

And how difficult it was to see you again

After so much time asking me about you

Sometimes I want to have you

Only sometimes to 'forget' that I lost you

How strange it makes me not to touch you

I live sorry for not being yours again

sometimes i want to see you

Only sometimes I want you to be my wife

And it is that you painted my wounds

Of the color, of the color of pain

And I look for you when I can't ma'

I yell at you with my mouth closed

I have the 'hand' broken 'already praying'

And my guitar has already stopped playing

And it's for you, everything is for you

If I thought for a moment

And feel what I feel

Everything would change color

you said it would be

Ours for all the way, but no

Swallowing my pride to avoid the male

Drowning my sorrows like you don't know

Badly wounded heart, does not understand morale'

And it is my downfall, having to put up with the desire of return

It's my downfall, your hair, your face, your way of being

And it is that you painted my wounds

Of the color, of the color of pain