The Language of Song

For your blog today, pick a different language other than English, Google music in that language, and listen to a song sung in the language you chose.  Songs in other languages make you think differently.  If you take a second language you're sure to have heard at least one song in another language!  For this blog write a short story using any (CLEAN)song sung in another language as an inspiration, capturing the tone of the song.  Cite the song title, artist, and lyrics used (both in English and in the other language.)   Call the blog The Language of Song.

Song/artist: La Camisa Negra (The Black Shirt) by Juanes  

Song Lyrics: http://songlations.livejournal.com/17899.html

Why

Before I knew it, I was running down the street. With a bullet wound right through my leg. I am an idiot! All you did was lie to me. I am running after you my love, while you sit in that white sedan waving goodbye. I gave you my house, bought you a karat ring and even payed for your mother to get through her kemo. All you did was run away. I mean I don't think you had to run, the thing that I did wasn't so bad...was it? Anyway all I wanted was some money, I need to get through the week.You knew how I was looking for a job. So I take fifty dollars and you act as if I was murdering you. So you decide to call your boyfriend. This whole time you went behind my back and you didn't even love me. So when Mr. New guy walks in, you cower over to him. He pulls the gun and shot me. What the heck! Your boyfriend shot me because I took fifty dollars from you.

Now here I am laying down in the middle of the street. Staring at my love quickly leaving me behind to bleed out. I look down at my pants and I know. The last thing I see is my black pants. Stained with the blood which used to propel faster and faster when I saw her face. Even now as she leaves, my last liter of blood pumps fast for her, my Rose.