Tu Arte
Violento
Your Art
With you
I already know
That it's
To suffer
It was for me
Like that
Peasant
Who planted
Vegetables and sadness
He harvested
Pure pain
I add up
The sorrows
That you
Left me
Lost
Among bottles
Of smoke
It hurts me
That I wanted
To love you
And you didn't give a damn
I do the math
Heart
And it was
Very uneven
Because I
Gave you
My love
And you made me
Think
That you also
Cared for me
Look
We have
Art
You to hide
The lies
Me to
Try to forget you
But your art
Hurts
And I
Enjoy
My art
With you
It was for me
Like that
Peasant
Who had
A wild horse
But the horse died
And he was left
With just the rope
I add up
The sorrows
That you
Left me
Lost
Among bottles
Of smoke
It hurts me
That I wanted
To love you
And you didn't give a damn
I do the math
Heart
And it was
Very uneven
Because I
Gave you
My love
And you made me
Think
That you also
Cared for me
Look
We have
Art
You to hide
The lies
Me to
Try to forget you
But your art
Hurts
And I
Enjoy
My art
I do the math
Heart
And it was
Very uneven
Because I
Gave you
My love
And you made me
Think
That you also
Cared for me
Look
We have
Art
You to hide
The lies
Me to
Try to forget you
But your art
Hurts
And I
Enjoy
My art
