Ángel - India Martínez

Ángel pinta lunas de metal,

Deshoja flores de papel,

Quién sabe que hay en su cabeza?

Se quedo sentado mas allá,

De su confusa realidad,

Enamorado de la nada.

Imagina que te pueda amar

En lo que dura un cuento,

Imagina que te como a besos…

Si tu quisieras seria el delirio de tu universo,

Perdoname si pierdo la razón;

Pero contigo muero a fuego

Qué puedo hacer?

Y que levante la mano quien no lleva un loco dentro,

Anda y sigueme,

Que la huella de la soledad se fue…

Ángel duerme solo en el sofá,

Y yo le cuido porque sé que esconde un alma de grandeza,

A veces la gente no sabe,

A veces la gente no entiende,

Te juzgan por ser diferente…

Imagina que te pueda amar en lo que dura un cuento,

Imagina que te como a besos…

Si tu quisieras seria el delirio de tu universo,

Pérdoname si pierdo la razón;

Pero contigo muero a fuego

Qué puedo hacer?

Y que levante la mano quien no lleva un loco dentro,

Anda y sigueme

Si tu quisieras seria el delirio de tu universo,

Pérdoname si pierdo la razón;

Pero contigo muero a fuego

Qué puedo hacer?

Y que levante la mano quien no lleva un loco dentro,

Anda y sigueme que la huella de la soledad se fue…

Angel paints metal moons,

Strip paper flowers,

Who knows what's in his head about him?

He stayed seated beyond,

Of her confused reality of him,

In love with nothing.

Imagine that I can love you

In what lasts a story,

Imagine that I eat you with kisses...

If you wanted it would be the delirium of your universe,

Forgive me if I lose my reason;

But with you I die to fire

What I can do?

And raise your hand who does not have a madman inside,

Go and follow me

That the trace of loneliness is gone...

Angel sleeps alone on the sofa,

And I take care of him because I know that he hides a soul of greatness,

Sometimes people don't know

Sometimes people don't understand

They judge you for being different…

Imagine that I can love you for the duration of a story,

Imagine that I eat you with kisses...

If you wanted it would be the delirium of your universe,

Forgive me if I lose my reason;

But with you I die to fire

What I can do?

And raise your hand who does not have a madman inside,

go and follow me

If you wanted it would be the delirium of your universe,

Forgive me if I lose my reason;

But with you I die to fire

What I can do?

And raise your hand who does not have a madman inside,

Go and follow me that the trace of loneliness is gone...