Cronicas de una Loca - El Barrio

Ni locura ni enfermos mentales.

Ay personas que para curarse

Van de la mano de un mata sano

Medicando las duras verdades

La encontre, con la mirada nublaa

No atendia a mi interes

Parecia de cristal

La encontre, sin ganitas de vivir

Maldiciendo al destino

Que la dejo postrada allí

Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores

Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores

La ví sentada en un viejo rincon

De aquel patio solitario de un manicomio

El duro viento de un invierno gris

Mecia su pelo como las locas

Todos los dias se ponia aquel mismo vestido

Que uno de sus hijos le compro hace años

Mano derecha guardaba una rosa deshojada y fria, como la roca

Pintaba cuadros, siempre tuvo el mar como referencia y motivaciones

Tenia en sus ojos ese brillo gris, que te da una vida de un par de cojones

Cojio mi mano, me miro de frente, e indirectamente me dijo al oido:

-Sienta a mi lao, cierra los ojos y siente como indiferente se pasan los dias

Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores

Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores

La encontre y me hablo de soledad

No creia en el amor, era la infelicidad

La encontre, se reia sin querer

De los hombres que seguian la doctrina de un querer

Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores

Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores

Con paso medio lento me llebaste amor

Cojido de tu mano hasta el dormitorio

Ilusionada te dio por jugar, con una vieja casa llena de muñecas

En un libro viejo guardaban poemas que alguien titulo «Soy un triste abalorio»

Su piel era arrugada como una maceta

El tiempo pribo de que floreciera

La encontre, con la mirada nublaa

No atendia a mi interes

Parecia de cristal

La encontre, sin ganitas de vivir

Maldiciendo al destino

Que la dejo postrada allí

Canta y no llores, y que cantando vas alejando tus temores

Canta y no llores, y que cantando duelen menos los dolores

Neither insane nor mentally ill.

There are people who to heal

They go hand in hand with a healthy bush

Medicating the hard truths

I found her, with a cloudy look

It did not serve my interest

It looked like glass

I found her, without the will to live

cursing fate

That I leave her prostrate there

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears

Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain

I saw her sitting in an old corner

From that lonely courtyard of a madhouse

The harsh wind of a gray winter

She rocked her hair like crazy

Every day she put on that same dress

That one of her children bought her years ago

Right hand kept a leafless and cold rose, like the rock

She painted pictures, she always had the sea as a reference and motivations

She had in her eyes that gray shine, which gives you a life of a couple of balls

She took my hand, looked me in the face, and indirectly she whispered in my ear:

-Sit next to me, close your eyes and feel how indifferent the days go by

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears

Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain

I found her and she told me about loneliness

I didn't believe in love, it was unhappiness

I found her, she laughed unintentionally

Of the men who followed the doctrine of wanting

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears

Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain

With a medium slow step you brought me love

Holding your hand to the bedroom

Excited she gave you to play, with an old house full of dolls

In an old book they kept poems that someone titled "I am a sad trinket"

Her skin was wrinkled like a flowerpot

The time before it bloomed

I found her, with a cloudy look

It did not serve my interest

It looked like glass

I found her, without the will to live

cursing fate

That I leave her prostrate there

Sing and don't cry, and by singing you will drive away your fears

Sing and don't cry, and that singing hurts less pain