El Amor - Ricardo Arjona

El amor tiene firma de autor en las causas perdidas,

El amor siempre empieza soñando y termina en insomnio,

Es un acto profundo de fe que huele a mentira,

El amor baila al son que le toquen sea Dios o el demonio

Sea Dios o el demonio.

El amor es la guerra perdida entre el sexo y la risa,

Es la llave con que abres el grifo del agua en los ojos,

Es el tiempo más lento del mundo cuando va de prisa,

El amor se abre paso despacio no importa el cerrojo.

El amor es la arrogancia de aferrarse a lo imposible,

Es buscar en otra parte lo que no encuentras en ti.

El amor es un ingrato,

Que te eleva por un rato,

Y te desploma porque sí.

El amor es dos en uno,

Que al final no son ninguno

Y se acostumbran a mentir.

El amor es la belleza,

Que se nutre de tristeza,

Y al final siempre se va.

El amor casi siempre es mejor cuando está en otra parte,

Luce bien en novelas que venden finales perfectos,

No te vayas amor que aunque duelas no quiero dejarte,

Si eres siempre un error porque nunca se ven tus defectos,

Puede ser que lo que juzgo sea otra cosa, no lo sé,

Que a mi suerte le ha tocado el impostor, tampoco sé.

El amor es un ingrato,

Que te eleva por un rato,

Y te desploma porque sí.

El amor es dos en uno,

Que al final no son ninguno,

Y se acostumbran a mentir.

El amor es la belleza,

Que se nutre de tristeza

Y al final siempre se va.

Y no te deja decir lo que quieres decir,

Sin hacerte saber que se escupe hacia arriba.

Es sentarte a mirar pasar frente a ti

El desfile mortal del cadáver de todos tus sueños.

El amor es un ingrato,

Que te eleva por un rato,

Y te desploma porque sí.

El amor son dos en uno,

Y al final no son ninguno,

Y se acostumbran a mentir.

El amor es la belleza,

Que se nutre de tristeza,

Y al final siempre se va.

Love is signed by the lost causes,

Love always starts dreaming and ends in insomnia,

It is a deep act of faith that smacks of lies,

Love dances to the sound of being touched, be it God or the devil

Be it God or the devil.

Love is the losing war between sex and laughter,

It is the key with which you open the water tap in the eyes,

It's the slowest time in the world when it goes fast,

Love makes its way slowly no matter the lock.

Love is the arrogance of clinging to the impossible,

It is looking elsewhere for what you do not find in yourself.

Love is a thankless,

that lifts you up for a while,

And it collapses you just because.

love is two in one,

That in the end they are none

And they get used to lying.

love is beauty,

that feeds on sadness,

And in the end it always goes away.

Love is almost always better when it's somewhere else,

Look good in novels that sell perfect endings,

Don't go love that even if it hurts I don't want to leave you,

If you are always a mistake because your flaws are never seen,

It may be that what I judge is something else, I don't know,

That my fate has fallen to the impostor, I don't know either.

Love is a thankless,

that lifts you up for a while,

And it collapses you just because.

love is two in one,

That in the end they are none,

And they get used to lying.

love is beauty,

that feeds on sadness

And in the end it always goes away.

And it won't let you say what you want to say,

Without letting you know that it spits up.

It is to sit and watch pass in front of you

The deadly parade of the corpse of all your dreams.

Love is a thankless,

that lifts you up for a while,

And it collapses you just because.

Love is two in one

And in the end they are none,

And they get used to lying.

love is beauty,

that feeds on sadness,

And in the end it always goes away.