Regalo de Amor - Mar de Copas

Al entregarte mi vida

Quedé sin pies por el mundo

De mis cabellos tiraba una soga cruel

Que arrastraba mis pasos

Y nombraba tu nombre

Y hacía andar

Quise quitarte la tuya y tú por fuerza esquivaste

Uno y más de mil golpes que quise dar… que quise dar…

Por recuperar mi vieja alma eché a correr

Entre escenarios y recuerdos yo fui a dar

Entre días y noches de sopor yo la busqué

Y entre la basura más inmunda me encontré

Y ahí la hallé… y la hallé…

Y la hallé… y la hallé… y la hallé…

Son viejos regalos echados a perder

Son historias de amor, son cuentos viejos

Son historias de honor de poco precio

Son regalos viejos echados a perder

By giving you my life

I was left without feet for the world

From my hair pulled a cruel rope

that dragged my steps

And named your name

and made it walk

I wanted to take yours away and you by force dodged

One and more than a thousand blows that I wanted to give... that I wanted to give...

To recover my old soul I started to run

Between scenarios and memories I went to give

Between days and nights of torpor I looked for her

And among the filthiest garbage I found myself

And there I found it... and I found it...

And I found it... and I found it... and I found it...

They are old gifts gone to waste

They are love stories, they are old tales

They are stories of honor of little price

They are old gifts gone to waste