Corazón a la Venta - Lorca

No fue Raquel tampoco fue Pilar

Ni aquella loca de la vecina que con un par de copas

Me pidió la sal y me arranco la ropa

No sé porque no encuentro la ideal

Y es que a mí siempre me sale mal eso de amar si te digo

Cásate, cásate, cásate conmigo

Quizás es tú la princesita azul

Que me quiere y me llene por dentro

No tengo novia y mis garras

Ya solo meten mano a mi pobre guitarra

Que empiece la fiesta y esta canción me sirva

De marcha y protesta por eso grito:

Tengo el corazón a la venta, el corazón a la venta

Tengo el corazón a la venta, el corazón a la venta

Discúlpame no es por falta de fe

Pero es que lo de amar para odiar

A mí me suena muy raro

Y el amor y el dolor son primos hermanos

No sé porque no encuentro la ideal

Y es que a mí siempre me sale mal

Eso amar si te digo

Cásate cásate, cásate conmigo

Quizás es tú la princesita azul

Que me quiere y me llene por dentro

No tengo novia y mis garras

Ya solo meten mano a mi pobre guitarra

Que empiece la fiesta y esta canción me sirva

De marcha y protesta por eso grito:

It was not Raquel nor was it Pilar

Not even that crazy neighbor with a couple of drinks

She asked me for salt and she ripped my clothes off

I don't know why I can't find the ideal

And it is that for me it always goes wrong that thing about loving if I tell you

Marry, marry, marry me

Maybe you are the little blue princess

That she loves me and fills me inside

I don't have a girlfriend and my claws

Now they only get their hands on my poor guitar

Let the party begin and this song will serve me

Marching and protesting that's why I shout:

I have my heart for sale, my heart for sale

I have my heart for sale, my heart for sale

Excuse me, it's not for lack of faith

But it is that to love to hate

It sounds very strange to me

And love and pain are first cousins

I don't know why I can't find the ideal

And it is that it always goes wrong for me

That love if I tell you

marry marry me marry me

Maybe you are the little blue princess

That loves me and fills me up inside

I don't have a girlfriend and my claws

Now they only get their hands on my poor guitar

Let the party begin and this song will serve me

Marching and protesting that's why I shout: