No Es Poesia - Fondo Flamenco

No es poesia, es una despedida

Son las palabras mas sinceras

Que he llegado a decirte jamas

No es tu vida, es la mía

Que tu intentes entenderla

Y mi caballo va sin riendas por ahí

Yo te avise que te quería

Buscaba esa estabilidad

Y te equivocaste de lugar para parar

Para no variar la culpa era mía

Si es que yo saque el mechero

Pero tu lo llenaste de gasolina

Y ahí estamos los dos

Viendo como se quema el amor

Haciendo de tripas corazón

Para no abrazarnos llorando

Preguntándonos por qué nos paso

Recuerdo que todo era de color

El tiempo hizo mella en nuestra pasión

Y llega un momento en el que

No se puede vivir de recuerdos

Vivir de recuerdos…

Lo rompimos a base de gritos

Y cuando estuvo en el suelo

Le tiramos piedras por si estaba vivo

Niños mentimos como niños chicos

Se cruzaron nuestros cables

Y tu grito provoco un corto circuito

Nos quedamos tontos perdidos

Olvidamos lo que fuimos y lo que nos quisimos

Lo matamos y luego no hubo juicio

Nos tiramos tantos trastos

Que al final caímos los dos al precipicio

Y ahí estamos los dos

Viendo como se quema el amor

Haciendo de tripas corazón

Para no abrazarnos llorando

Preguntándonos por qué nos paso

Recuerdo que todo era de color

El tiempo hizo mella en nuestra pasión

Y llega un momento en el que

No se puede seguirse mintiendo…

Querer de lo blanco si es negro

Que hacemos si ya no creemos

Ni tu ni yo en esto

Si hay que seguirse mintiendo

Querer de lo blanco si es negro

Que hacemos si ya no creemos

Ni tu ni yo en esto

Y seguirse mintiendo

Querer de lo blanco si es negro

Que hacemos si ya no creemos

Ni tu ni yo en esto

It's not poetry, it's a farewell

They are the most sincere words

What have I ever told you

It's not your life, it's mine

That you try to understand her

And my horse goes around without reins

I told you that he loved you

I was looking for that stability

And you got the wrong place to stop

In order not to vary, the fault was mine

If it is that I take out the lighter

But you filled it with gasoline

And there we are both

Watching love burn

bite the bullet

So as not to hug each other crying

Wondering why it happened to us

I remember everything was colored

Time made a dent in our passion

And there comes a time when

You can't live on memories

Live on memories...

We broke it with screams

And when he was on the ground

We threw stones at him in case he was alive

Children we lie like little children

Our wires got crossed

And your scream caused a short circuit

We stay fools lost

We forgot what we were and what we loved

We killed him and then there was no trial

We throw so many junk

That in the end we both fell to the precipice

And there we are both

Watching love burn

bite the bullet

So as not to hug each other crying

Wondering why it happened to us

I remember everything was colored

Time made a dent in our passion

And there comes a time when

You can't keep lying...

Wanting what is white if it is black

What do we do if we no longer believe

neither you nor me in this

If you have to keep lying

Wanting what is white if it is black

What do we do if we no longer believe

neither you nor me in this

and keep lying

Wanting what is white if it is black

What do we do if we no longer believe

neither you nor me in this