Vestida de Novia
Pomada
Dressed as a Bride
I look at you and you seem asleep,
your hands are imprisoned, a bunch of chance.
A deep and very sad dream,
from which you will never wake up.
They have put on your wedding dress,
the one you will no longer wear to the church.
Your pale lips asleep,
he, if excited, will not speak.
And you go, And you go,
to heaven dressed as a bride you go.
And a very sad choir of angels,
sob the wedding march.
And you go, And you go,
to heaven dressed as a bride you go.
And a very sad choir of angels,
sob the wedding march.
La, la, la, la… La, la, la, la
I feel so lonely and so sad,
and seeing you asleep I want to scream.
I bite my lips thinking,
that your eyes will never look at me.
Why would destiny have wanted,
so with a cruel and brutal blow.
To leave our dreams shattered,
I ask and ask, what was our wrong?
And you go, And you go,
to heaven dressed as a bride you go.
And a very sad choir of angels,
sob the wedding march.
And you go, And you go,
to heaven dressed as a bride you go.
And a very sad choir of angels,
sob the wedding march.
La, la, la, la… La, la, la, la
