Hive Music Festival Semana #15 Ronda #4 Cover La camisa negra // Black shirt Juanes by @kelvincentenor

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    Published on Nov 28, 2020
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    Hola que tal amigos de #hive para esta cuarta ronda de este grandioso festival les vengo con un tema que muchos conocen del gran cantautor Juanes con una de sus canciones que siempre me han gustado y el día de hoy les vengo a interpretar siempre con humildad y mucho amor para todos ustedes, que música siga creciendo en esta plataforma en el mundo claro, un saludo a todos y un abrazo.


    Hello, how are you friends of #hive for this fourth round of this great festival, I am coming to you with a song that you know about the great singer-songwriter Juanes with one of his songs that I have always liked and today I always come to interpret with humility and a lot love to all of you, that music continues to grow on this platform in the clear world, greetings to all and a hug.

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    Juanes

    La camisa negra

    Uno por pobre y feo
    Me tiene antoja'o (Ay, papá, ja, ja, ja)
    Tengo la camisa negra
    Hoy mi amor está de luto
    Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
    Y es por culpa de tu embrujo
    Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
    Y eso es lo que más me hiere
    Que tengo la camisa negra
    Y una pena que me duele
    Mal parece que solo me quedé
    Y fue pura todita tu mentira
    Qué maldita, mala suerte la mía
    Que aquel día te encontré
    Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
    Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
    Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
    Y desde que tú te fuiste, yo solo
    Tengo, tengo la camisa negra
    Porque negra tengo el alma
    Yo por ti perdí la calma y casi pierdo hasta mi cama (¿Cómo?)
    Cama, cama, c'mon baby
    Te digo con disimulo
    Que tengo la camisa negra y debajo tengo el difunto
    Pa' enterrártelo cuando quieras, mamita
    Oiga, cómo
    Así como lo oyes, papá
    Así como lo oye, m'hija
    Tengo la camisa negra
    Ya tu amor no me interesa
    Lo que ayer me supo a gloria
    Hoy me sabe a pura
    Miércoles por la tarde y tú que no llegas
    Ni siquiera muestras señas
    Y yo con la camisa negra
    Y tus maletas en la puerta
    Mal parece que solo me quedé
    Y fue pura todita tu mentira
    Qué maldita, mala suerte la mía
    Que aquel día te encontré
    Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
    Yo quedé moribundo, lleno de dolor
    Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
    Y desde que tú te fuiste, yo solo
    Tengo, tengo la camisa negra
    Porque negra tengo el alma
    Yo por ti perdí la calma y casi pierdo hasta mi cama (¿Cómo?)
    Cama, cama, c'mon baby
    Te digo con disimulo
    Que tengo la camisa negra y debajo tengo el difunto (¿Cómo?)
    Tengo, tengo la camisa negra
    Porque negra tengo el alma
    Yo por ti perdí la calma y casi pierdo hasta mi cama (¿Que, qué?)
    Cama, cama, c'mon baby
    Te digo con disimulo
    Que tengo la camisa negra y debajo tengo el difunto

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    Juanes

    Black shirt

    One for poor and ugly
    I have a craving (Ay, papa, ha, ha, ha)
    I have the black shirt
    Today my love is in mourning
    Today I have a pity in my soul
    And it's because of your spell
    Today I know that you don't love me anymore
    And that's what hurts me the most
    That I have the black shirt
    And a shame that it hurts
    It seems that I just stayed
    And it was pure all your lie
    What damn, bad luck mine
    That that day I found you
    For drinking the malevolent poison of your love
    I was left dying and full of pain
    I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye
    And since you left, I just
    I have, I have the black shirt
    Because black I have the soul
    I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed (How?)
    Bed, bed, c'mon baby
    I tell you slyly
    That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased
    To stab you whenever you want mommy
    Hey how
    Just like you hear it dad
    As you hear it, my daughter
    I have the black shirt
    Your love doesn't interest me anymore
    What yesterday tasted like glory to me
    Today it tastes pure to me
    Wednesday afternoon and you who do not arrive
    Not even showing signs
    And me with the black shirt
    And your bags at the door
    It seems that I just stayed
    And it was pure all your lie
    What damn, bad luck mine
    That that day I found you
    For drinking the malevolent poison of your love
    I was dying, full of pain
    I breathed in that bitter smoke of your goodbye
    And since you left, I just
    I have, I have the black shirt
    Because black I have the soul
    I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed (How?)
    Bed, bed, c'mon baby
    I tell you slyly
    That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased (How?)
    I have, I have the black shirt
    Because black I have the soul
    I lost my calm for you and almost lost my bed (What, what?)
    Bed, bed, c'mon baby
    I tell you slyly
    That I have the black shirt and underneath I have the deceased
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