Traducir a
It was like the sun in the morning
white moon in solitude,
Forbidden among the apples.
He knows that he is inside my dreams
my original sin
That condemns me and saves me
It was the rain in the early morning
Quality like a stove,
She was as proud as a panther
And soft like cotton,
It was always spring
He she left
He left the way he had come and did not return.
And he left me with two cups of coffee,
And a paper that says goodbye and a passport photo,
And the soul is full of sorrow.
I always wake up at night I can't sleep,
My soul is awake
And I daydream with memories that want to come out,
My memory is full.
It was a black and imprisoned night
From a glass prison,
And I keep asking
But nobody knows where it is,
Nobody has the answer
It was the early morning rain, quality like a stove,
It was fierce like a panther and soft like cotton,
It was always spring
He she left
He left the way he had come and did not return.
And he left me with two cups of coffee,
And a paper that says goodbye and a passport photo,
And the soul is full of sorrow.
