In the first time
by the wall that touches me
by his honey kisses
that now go from mouth to mouth
he insisted on reason
he lost his condition
his guitar and his watch
and his secrets
he has stolen
you will return to a condo
for that crazy love
of passion
lit
want to be caught
and not want to change
the night for the day
now the flower of your garden has withered
what you most wanted
I always needed to have close to you
a rose with spirals
and for the second time I will tell you,
listen to you
I will tell you that you are wrong
I am
a toy of pleasure that goes crazy for the air of the notes
that encamina his vaivén of the music
of the train that feels the crazy life
and when he arrives at the station his
heart stops and he counts the hours again
he will be hung again
for that crazy love of passion without measure
want to be caught and not want to change the night for the day
now the flower of my garden has withered what I most wanted
I always needed
to have close to me a rose with a thorn
I insisted on reason he lost his condition my
guitar and my watch and the secrets of the cup
will be hung again for that crazy love of passion without measure
want to be caught and not want to change the night for the day
now the flower of your garden has withered what you most wanted
I always needed to have close to me a rose with spirals
I always needed to have close to me a rose with a thorn