Mala vida..

Tu me estás dando mala vida
Yo pronto me voy a escapar
Gitana mía por lo menos date cuenta
Gitana mía por favor tu no me dejas ni respirar
Tu me estás dando mala vida
Cada día se la traga mi corazón
Dime tu porque te trato yo tan bien
Cuando tu me hablas como a un cabrón
Gitana mía mi corazón está sufriendo
Gitana mía por favor sufriendo mal nutrición Me estás dando m'estás dando mala vida
Cada día se la traga mi corazón
m'estás dando Chémi corazón soleilTu me estás dando mala vida
Yo pronto me voy a escapar
Gitana mía por lo menos date cuentaGitana mía por favor tu no me dejas ni respirar
Tu m'estás dando m'estás dando mala vida Cada día se la traga mi corazón
Cada día se la traga mi corazón......Cada día se la traga mi corazón.......Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón....Cada día se la traga mi corazón .

Así es, el momento llego de volar..de correr como diría Fito..Correr a toda velocidad, correr sin voltear atrás. Un nuevo fracaso. Se cierra el circulo mas doloroso de mi vida. Asi es esto, Comenzar-Terminar-, Odio-Amor, Belleza-Fealdad. La cuerda trono y no hay nada que hacer, se estiro tanto que produjo dolor y ese nadie lo borra.
Algo tendra que pasar, algo tendra que cambiar.
Por lo pronto, esperar, esperar que las cenizas derramadas formen otra silueta.



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Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard
Tom Waits