Alex Campos "Al taller del maestro" lyrics

Al taller del maestro

Ay como me duele estar despierto y no poder cantarCómo expresarte sin palabras que muero si no estasQue el tiempo pasa y todo cambia; hoy lloro de soledadQue el sueño que llevo en el alma de repente ya no estaQue la sonrisa se ha marchado; mis lagrimas caeran

Al taller del maestro vengo pues El me curaraMe tomara entre sus brazos y cada herida sanaraLas herramientas del maestro mi alma El remendaraMartillo en mano y mucho fuego aunque me duela ayudaraA conocerlo y a entenderlo a saber que nada merezcoAmar es mas que un pretexto es una entrega es un negarMas que aquel sentimiento es la decision de amar

Al taller del maestro vengoAlli el sol saldraAl taller del maestro vengoCarpintero mi alma aqui estaAl taller del maestro vengoNo importa el tiempo que alli he de estar

Ay de aquellos dias que hizo frio el sol no aparecioCuando el talento no lo es todoy el silencio vale mas que mil palabras sin sentidoy una vida morira si Tu no estas aqui conmigoDe que sirve mi cantar?Para que la fama y las estrellas si el maestro alli no esta?Para que decirte que te amo si conmigo no quiero estar?

TO THE WORKSHOP OF MASTER

See how it hurts to be awake and unable to singlike to express without words, if you're not dying,time passes and everything changes and weep in solitudethe dream's in my soul, suddenly is no longerthe smile is gone,my tears fall, my tears will fall.

chorus.I come to the workshop of master, because the cure me.I take between their brasos and every wound healedthe tools of the master, my soul mendhammer in hand and a lot of fire, though it pains me to help.to know I understand, knowing that I deserve anything.love is only in me a prestesto, is a surrender without denyingbut that feeling is the decision to love.

I come to the workshop of masterThere, the sun will set.I come to the workshop of mastercarpenter here who loves thisI come to the workshop of masterno matter how long I will be therethe workshop of master

and those that hiz cold days, the sun appeared.when talent is not everything, silence is worth morea thousand words without meaning. die lifeif you are not here with me, that serves my singing.pa that fame and the stars, if the teacher is not therepa to tell you I love you, if you do not want to be

choirI come to the workshop of master, because the cure me.I take between their brasos and every wound healedthe tools of the master, my soul mendhammer in hand and a lot of fire, though it pains me to help.to know I understand, knowing that I deserve anything.love is only in me a prestesto, is a surrender without denyingbut that feeling is the decision to love.

Here I am carpenterI come to the workshop of masterhammer in hand, hammer in hand and a lot of firethe workshop of master VENSOthough it hurts, but hurts me helpthe workshop the teacher.