Afiche - José Larralde

Letra de AficheCruel en el cartel

La propaganda manda cruel en el cartel

Y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel

Se vende la ilusión, se rifa el corazón

Y apareces tu, vendiendo el último girón de juventud

Cargándome otra vez la cruz

Cruel en el cartel, te ríes corazón

Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón

Ya da la noche a la cancel, su piel de ojera

Ya moja el aire su pincel, y hace con él la primavera

Pero qué, si están tus cosas pero tu no estás

Porque eres algo para todos ya, como un desnudo de vidriera

Luché a tu lado para ti

Por Dios… y te perdí

Yo te dí un hogar

Siempre fui pobre pero yo te dí un hogar

Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar

Luchando para tí, sangrando para ti

Luego la verdad, que es restregarse con arena el paladar

Y ahogarse sin poder gritar

Yo te di un hogar, fue culpa del amor

Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón

Ya da la noche a la cancel, su piel de ojera

Ya moja el aire su pincel, y hace con él la primavera

Pero qué, si están tus cosas pero tu no estás

Porque eres algo para todos ya, como un desnudo de vidriera

Luché a tu lado para ti

Por Dios… y te perdí

Yo te dí un hogar

Siempre fui pobre pero yo te di un hogar

Se me gastaron las sonrisas de luchar

Luchando para ti, sangrando para ti

Luego la verdad, que es restregarse con arena el paladar

Y ahogarse sin poder gritar

Yo te di un hogar, fue culpa del amor

Dan ganas de balearse en un rincón

Cruel Poster lyrics on the poster

Propaganda sends cruel on the poster

And in the fetish of a paper poster

The illusion is sold, the heart is raffled

And you appear, selling the last shred of youth

Carrying the cross again

Cruel on the bill, you laugh heart

They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner

He already gives the night to the gate, his skin with dark circles

He already wets the air with his brush, and makes spring with it

But what if your things are there but you're not

Because you are something for everyone now, like a nude in a stained glass window

I fought by your side for you

By God... and I lost you

I gave you a home

I was always poor but I gave you a home

I wore out the smiles from fighting

Fighting for you, bleeding for you

Then the truth, which is to rub the palate with sand

And drown without being able to scream

I gave you a home, it was love's fault

They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner

He already gives the night to the gate, his skin with dark circles

He already wets the air with his brush, and makes spring with it

But what if your things are there but you're not

Because you are something for everyone now, like a nude in a stained glass window

I fought by your side for you

By God... and I lost you

I gave you a home

I was always poor but I gave you a home

I wore out the smiles from fighting

Fighting for you, bleeding for you

Then the truth, which is to rub the palate with sand

And drown without being able to scream

I gave you a home, it was love's fault

They make you want to shoot yourself in a corner