Santos Que Yo Te Pinte

I'm not to blame
that your soul hurts.
I have no fault
that you smoke silver.

Sometimes I wonder
whose ghost it will be
that has covered your eyes
so you don't see anything.

Tell me where you've been
white-faced girl,
where you left your laughter
that is not where it was.

Everything I have,
everything I gave you,
but if you end with me
you will be unhappy.

Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.

I'm not an angel,
I'm not a saint,
but what you're doing
is killing me.

You can search by land,
you can search by air,
that as much as I loved you
nobody will love you,
nobody will love you.

Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.
Saints that I paint you
demons have to go back.