It was d the windows
windows d my soul
it continues raining your goodbye
and in emptiness d my life
your photos follow hung
then my breath them precipice
and in the four walls
d my brings back to consciousness
I judge myself without conviction
and resentment d your words
they are nested in my chest
then not of who was the error
and my heart follows tied
to your sweet love (to your sweet love)
it cannot accept your cruel goodbye
itself thinking about you (thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kisses
your lips
and everything what was
itself thinking about you (thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kisses
your lips
and everything what was
and my heart follows tied
to your sweet memory
(it continues thinking about you)
the four walls
d my brings back to consciousness
I judge myself without conviction
and resentment d your words
they are nested in my chest
then not of who was the error
and my heart follows tied
to your sweet love (to your sweet love)
it cannot accept
your cruel goodbye
itself thinking about you (thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kisses
your lips
and everything what was
itself thinking about you (itself thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kisses
your lips
and everything what was
and my heart follows tied
to your sweet memory
itself thinking about you (itself thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kisses
your lips
and everything what was
itself thinking about you (itself thinking about you)
itself queriéndote (itself queriéndote)
itself surprising your body
your kiss
your lips
and everything what was
and my heart follows tied
to your sweet memory
itself thinking about you.