If prettier and a bit cleverer If
especially if
magazine would have the courage to cross the car
And wondering who you are.
You sit in front and you can not imagine
I carry my fault for you prettier.
And to see you throw a glass yawn
my eyes are flooded.
suddenly look at me, look at you and sigh
I close my eyes, you look away
Just breathe I do
tiny And I start to tremble
And so the days pass , Monday through Friday
Like the swallows of the poem by Becquer
from station to station in front you and I
comes and goes silence.
suddenly look at me, look at you and sigh
I close my eyes, you look away
Just breathe, I get tiny
And I start to shake.
And then it happens, wake up my lips
utter your name stuttering.
I suppose you think a silly girl
And I want to die.
But time stops and you come saying
I do not know you and I missed you.
Every morning rejected the direct
And I choose this train.
And we are coming, my life has changed
A special day this March 11th.
take my hand, we
tunnel that turns off the light.
I find your face, thanks to my hands.
brave I turn and kiss you on the lips.
say that I want and I give you
The last breath of my heart.
Author: La Oreja de Van Gogh
Disco : At 5 in the Astoria
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2MzvfLJR10&feature=related
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Life, though in this song speak of the attacks of March 11th (or so I understand the letter), passed in a moment ... and get to feel it ever fills you ...
Preciosa.
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