Singer: Juan D'ARIENZOSinger 2: Jorge ValdezComposer: Luis StazoAuthor: Federico Silva
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Lyrics
Vos y yo, corazón, somos casi una pena llorada entre dos. Vos y yo, corazón... y este cielo que llueve parejo a los dos. Si al final ya se fue no me importa, ni merece doler este adiós. Corazón, vos y yo, ya no hay caso, ¡qué fracaso nos trajo este amor! Repentinamente y entre tanta gente, nos quedamos solos, corazón... Y después la sangre roja de tu herida se clavó en mi vida, corazón... Ya ves, corazón, mientras tanto nos llegue la muerte, hay que ir aprendiendo a morderse, ¡igual que yo!... Qué pequeño que fue el romance, tu angustia, mi amor y tu adiós. Qué tristeza tenés... y qué frío de otoño brutal, corazón. Hay un tono de gris que a los dos nos ha pintado del mismo color. Corazón, vos y yo y el recuerdo, son enfermos que mueren de amor.
English translation
You and I, sweetheart, we are almost a sorrow wept between two. You and I, my heart... and this sky that rains even to both of us. If in the end it's gone I don't care, nor does it deserve this goodbye hurts. Heart, you and me, there's no more case, what a failure this love this love has brought us! Suddenly and among so many people we were left alone, heart... And then the blood red from your wound was stabbed into my life, my heart... You see, sweetheart, in the meantime death comes to us, we have to learn to bite ourselves, just like me!... How small it was the romance, your anguish, my love and your goodbye. How sad you are... and what an autumn cold brutal, my heart. There is a shade of gray that has painted us both the same color. Heart, you and I and the memory, are sick who die of love.







