Afiches - Roberto Goyeneche

Cruel en el cartel

La propaganda manda cruel en el cartel

Y en el fetiche de un afiche de papel

Se vende la ilusion, se rifa el corazón

Y apareces tu

Vendiendo el último jiron de juventud

Cargandome otra vez la cruz

Cruel en el cartel

Te ries corazón…

Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon

Ya da la noche a la cancel

Su piel de ojera

Ya moja el aire su pincel

Y hace con el la primavera

Pero que!

Si estan tus cosas

Pero tu no estas

Porque eres algo para todos ya

Como un desnudo de vidriera

Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios

Y te perdi…

Yo te di 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

Que yo te di un hogar

Fue culpa del amor

Dan ganas de balearse en un rincon

Ya da la noche a la cancel

Su piel de ojera

Ya moja el aire su pincel

Y hace con el la primavera

Pero que!

Si estan tus cosas

Pero tu no estas

Porque eres algo para todos ya

Como un desnudo de vidriera

Luche a tu lado para ti, por dios

Y te perdi…

Cruel in 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 in the poster

You laugh heart...

They make you want to shoot in a corner

It already gives the night to the cancel

Your dark circles skin

He already wets the air with his brush

And he makes the spring with him

But what!

If your things are

But you are not

Because you are something for everyone already

Like a stained glass nude

I fought by your side for you, for God's sake

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

What is rubbing the palate with sand?

And drown without being able to scream

That I gave you a home

It was love's fault

They make you want to shoot in a corner

It already gives the night to the cancel

Your dark circles skin

He already wets the air with his brush

And he makes the spring with him

But what!

If your things are

But you are not

Because you are something for everyone already

Like a stained glass nude

I fought by your side for you, for God's sake

And I lost you...