El Gran Circo - El Barrio

Estribillo:

Tu no me llores marioneta, muñequita de carton

Que eres voz para el poeta y pincel para el pintor

Solamente la intencion

Y detras de una careta sea capaz de vender a Dios

Yo te digo que en la tierra solo sembrara rencor

Dice que se hablaba de ti que amanzaba a las fieras

Y ahora te veo morir en una esquina cualquiera

Tu cuerpo descansa en la manta que abriga el desprecio

La reina de las emociones vendida a bajo precio

No soy un angel, yo soy la muerte

No me tachen de culpable cuando muere un inocente

El ser humano trae en su naturaleza

Hacerse daño, sin reparo y sin conciencia

Vengo a llevarme a la musica, al mundo de los sueños

Donde no mandan los piratas

En las ciudades, en los pueblos

Vengo a darle responsor a la que fuera la mas grande

La que agoniza por momento en las manos de un ignorante

Maldito sea el tiempo que corre

Los vientos que soplan y sus veletas

Yo vengo para enterrarte

Estribillo:

Tu no me llores marioneta, muñequita de carton

Que eres voz para el poeta y pincel para el pintor

Solamente la intencion

Y detras de una careta sea capaz de vender a Dios

Yo te digo que en la tierra solo sembrara rencor

No llores querida musica, que aunque

En mi mundo solo hay cosas muertas

Que si perdiste ya tu pan debajo del brazo

Yo te llevo a un sitio donde te respetan

Alli tenemos por ejemplo al raton Perez

Las ilusiones de un «querio» seis de enero

Miles de almas de mujeres maltratadas

Que por el alcohol o por los celos

Cayeron ante la mno de un hombre

Que ahora se ahoga en el valor

De un pordiosero

No llores amiga musica

Aun recuerdo cuando despertabas

Las sensaciones del «enamorao»

De identidad llenabas las almas

Y es que no hubo cosa mas bonita

Que cantarle a alguien al oido

Yo quiero que se pare el tiempo

Que de siempre ha sido mi castigo

Que las manillas de mi relojillo

Desaparezcan de mi para siempre

Que en el susurro de tu boca se presente

Quiero qedarme contigo

Ahora que vamos despacio

Vamos a contar mentiras tralala (BIS)

Chorus:

You don't cry to me puppet, little cardboard doll

That you are a voice for the poet and a brush for the painter

only the intention

And behind a mask be able to sell God

I tell you that on earth I will only sow resentment

She says that there was talk of you taming the beasts

And now I see you die in any corner

Your body rests on the blanket that shelters contempt

The queen of emotions sold at a low price

I am not an angel, I am death

Don't brand me as guilty when an innocent person dies

The human being brings in his nature

Hurting oneself, unashamedly and without conscience

I come to take me to the music, to the world of dreams

Where pirates don't rule

In the cities, in the villages

I come to give responsor to the one who was the greatest

The one that is dying for the moment in the hands of an ignorant

Cursed be the time that runs

The winds that blow and their weather vanes

I come to bury you

Chorus:

You don't cry to me puppet, little cardboard doll

That you are a voice for the poet and a brush for the painter

only the intention

And behind a mask be able to sell God

I tell you that on earth I will only sow resentment

Don't cry dear music, although

In my world there are only dead things

What if you already lost your bread under your arm

I take you to a place where they respect you

There we have for example the mouse Perez

The illusions of a "love" on January 6

Thousands of souls of battered women

That because of alcohol or because of jealousy

They fell at the mno of a man

That now drowns in value

of a beggar

Don't cry my friend music

I still remember when you woke up

The sensations of "in love"

With identity you filled the souls

And there was nothing more beautiful

Than sing in someone's ear

I want time to stop

That has always been my punishment

That the hands of my watch

disappear from me forever

That in the whisper of your mouth be present

I want to stay with you

now that we go slowly

Let's tell lies tralala (BIS)