Dolorosamente Bella - Indios

Tiene labios de miel

Ella tiene lo que quieras

Tiene tatuado un corcel

De colores en su mano izquierda

Tiene una manera de decir las cosas

Preferentemente cruel, pero sincera

Ella era una mujer, dolorosamente bella

Una flecha, su belleza

Ella, tal vez, me está desconociendo

Ella era una mujer, dolorosamente bella

Tiene labios de miel

Y descansa entre tus brazos

En mis sueños la llamé

Entre cartas y copas rotas

Tiene una manera de decir las cosas

Inconscientemente cruel, pero sincera

Ella era una mujer, dolorosamente bella

Una flecha, su belleza

Ella, tal vez, me está desconociendo

Y nos amábamos tanto entre las flores de marzo

Éramos tan diferentes, éramos el uno para el otro

Mañana me iré, ya no volveré

No me alcanzan las horas para verte otra vez

Guardaré una foto tuya en la pared

Ella era una mujer, dolorosamente bella

she has honey lips

she has what you want

She has a steed tattooed

Of colors in his left hand

She has a way of saying things

Preferably cruel, but sincere

She was a woman, painfully beautiful

An arrow, its beauty

She, perhaps, is ignoring me

She was a woman, painfully beautiful

she has honey lips

And she rests in your arms

In my dreams I called her

Between letters and broken cups

She has a way of saying things

Unconsciously cruel, but sincere

She was a woman, painfully beautiful

An arrow, its beauty

She, perhaps, is ignoring me

And we loved each other so much among the March flowers

We were so different, we were meant for each other

Tomorrow I will leave, I will not return

I don't have enough hours to see you again

I'll keep a picture of you on the wall

She was a woman, painfully beautiful