The sky was dressed in mourning,
Because today is not going to the moon
The stars wet soil…
Why is that?
I look back and I am still,
Someone with the face in tears
Will asking for his muse…
What will be?
Tell me where poppy has been
What I have written jam alerts
I effort with open eyes…
I do not see ná.
It will be better,
To stop agobiarme
I screw ten
If you only think it
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
As agreed hurts
Of those kisses
That was my creeper
But in my mattress,
Nobody knows anything…
Where the sun dies?
In my darkness…
Darkness is in your hair,
Where lost my gaze
Look today is lost…
Buscándote
I have taken the role of sleep,
And I put into it all my doubts
Let‘s see what he tells me silence…
It says ná.
It will be better,
To stop agobiarme
I screw ten
If you only think it
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
As agreed hurts
Of those kisses
That was my creeper
But in my mattress,
Nobody knows anything…
Where the sun dies?
In my darkness…
There can be, I acojonado
If the fish, which go back to your bowl
I have already seen, flowers in the fields cough.
And even reached the spring.
Cuídame mírame well and in the face.
How would because your quisieras me.
I can, I come from tropezarme.
Make me a favour, apártame the stones.
Because in my mattress, nobody knows anything.
Where the sun dies?
In my darkness….