Hello greetings and a strong arm to all the family I have Hive open Mic in its edition # 92 with the theme love of my life. Waooo a great theme loaded with many feelings. this time I will interpret the song "Era mi vida el" by Isabel Pantoja, this song my mother recommended me to sing it and told me the story behind that song and I was surprised. Era mi vida el, a song full of pain for the loss of the love of her life, the person who filled her days with brightness, her husband, her partner, her friend, and as she said, it was my life, the springtime, him and my mornings.
It was a little difficult to sing it, I hope you like it, we'll hear from you soon.
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Letra: Era mi vida el
Que nadie piense en mí,
soy diferente hoy,
aquel que me llenó la vida
ya no vive aquí.
La voz que me cantó al oído
ya se marchitó y el sol de su mirada
ya se fue...
ya nada cambiará,
volver a comenzar es imposible.
Se me apagó la voz aquella tarde
hy no me queda nada que decir.
Tan sólo recordar
que un día fui volcán entre sus brazos,
que me llenó de amor
y puso mil caricias en mis manos.
Pero todo acabó, ya todo terminó
y quedan mil heridas en el alma.
Era mi vida, él,
mi primavera, él
y mi mañana,
mi cielo siempre azul,
mi corazón, mi gozo y mi palabra.
y un día se marchó
y todo terminó,
y me dejó esperando en la ventana...
Aquel que compartió mis sueños
ya no vive aquí.
Crecieron alas en su alma
y se echó a volar
y nunca más ha vuelto por aquí.
Que nadie me repita la palabra "amor",
volver a ser feliz es imposible,
murieron tantas cosas esa tarde
que no me queda nada por vivir...
Lyrics: It was my life
I am different today,
the one who filled my life
no longer lives here.
The voice that sang in my ear
has withered away and the sun of his gaze
is gone...
nothing will change anymore,
to begin again is impossible.
My voice went out that afternoon
and I have nothing left to say.
Only to remember
that one day I was a volcano in his arms,
that he filled me with love
and put a thousand caresses in my hands.
But it's all over, it's all over now
and a thousand wounds remain in my soul.
He was my life, him,
my springtime, him
and my morning,
my sky always blue,
my heart, my joy and my word.
and one day he left
and it was all over,
and left me waiting at the window...
He who shared my dreams
no longer lives here.
Wings grew on his soul
and he flew away
and never came back here again.
Let no one repeat the word "love" to me,
to be happy again is impossible,
so many things died that afternoon
that I have nothing left to live for...
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