Applause
Music
You had a hard time
Escaping flying from cliffs
To cover from the shadows to find a place
To uncover a hill and start a routine
Honey, bring me the kiss
That was left on the table
Bring me breakfast to bed
That today there is no work, that my craving is your hug
It will stop raining slowly
That we are in February and the month is a coward
We take advantage of each walk
To be the ones from before
There was time to get to work late
And hug you in September
And drunk from the moon make love to you
There was time to invent a chain, a skin forest
To fight with the fruits of the scaffold that he invented
Woman, woman of storms
That to the margin of the world
Take this light
Woman without altars, soak my feet
Damn February and April that you left
A glass to your health
Woman, woman of storms
That to the margin of the world
Fighting your oblivion
The current has gone and the neighborhood between murmurs
A choir of songwriters, we sing to your health
Woman, woman of storms
That to the margin of the world
Fighting your oblivion
The current has gone and the neighborhood between murmurs
A choir of songwriters, we sing to your health
Thank you