La culpa ha sido mía (Camilo Sesto)

La culpa ha sido mía Fueron tantos sueños los que maté por ti, fueron tantos los besos que rechacé por ti. Fueron tantas horas muriendo de amor por ti, sin darme cuenta que no eras para mí. Fueron tus palabras las que cegaron mi luz, fueron tus caricias como clavos en mi cruz. Fueron tus cartas un puñado de papel, sin darme cuenta me arrancaste hasta la piel. Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, creyendo que algún día serías tan solo para mí. Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, qué lenta es mi agonía vacía de esperanzas para mí. Tanto amor, tanto amor me mata y me da vida a la vez. Tanto amor, tanto amor que ya no sé qué hacer... Fueron tus sonrisas como un regalo de Dios y tu mundo loco la locura de los dos. Fueron tus alas las que me hicieron volar, sin darme cuenta te fui amando más, más. Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, creyendo que algún día serías tan solo para mí. Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, qué lenta es mi agonía vacía de esperanzas para mí. Tanto amor, tanto amor me mata y me da vida a la vez. Tanto amor, tanto amor que ya no sé qué hacer... Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, creyendo que algún día serías tan solo para mí. Mía, la culpa ha sido mía, qué lenta es mi agonía vacía de esperanzas para mí.

Blame has been mine They were so many dreams that I killed for you, they were so many kisses that I rejected for you. They were so many hours dying of love for you, without realize myself that you were not for me. They were your words the ones who blinded my light, they were your caresses like nails on my cross. They were your letters a handful of paper, without realize myself you ripped me off even my skin. Mine, blame has been mine, thinking that some day you would be just only for me. Mine, blame has been mine, how slow is my agony empty of hopes for me. So many love, so many love, kills me and gives me life at the same time. So many love, so many love that I don’t know what to do... They were your smiles like a gift of God and your crazy world the madness of we both. They were your wings the ones who made me fly, without realize myself I was loving you more, more. Mine, blame has been mine, thinking that some day you would be just only for me. Mine, blame has been mine, how slow is my agony empty of hopes for me. So many love, so many love, kills me and gives me life at the same time. So many love, so many love that I don’t know what to do... Mine, blame has been mine, thinking that some day you would be just only for me. Mine, blame has been mine, how slow is my agony empty of hopes for me.