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The Cold of the Night

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El Frio de La Noche

Voy sintiendo que va
Cayendo el frio de la noche
Sobre mi piel
Parado en una esquina
Casi al amanecer

Muy solo, solo me siento triste
En esta obscuridad quisiera
Que fuera la luna
Vestida de blanco
Que iluminara mis pasos
Que me lleven a ti

Si volviera a nacer
Mi vida no cambiaria
Solo por tenerte
Mi alma venderia

Encerrado ahorra
En esta pequeña habitacion
De puro dolor
Voy buscando la fe
Y desterar la depresion
No tengo nada, nada

Me siento triste
En esta obscuridad
Quisiera que fuera la luna
Vestida de blanco
Que iluminara mis pasos
Que me lleven a ti

Si volvierea a nacer
Mi vida no cambiaria
Solo por tenerte
Mi alma venderia

Quisiera que fuera la luna
Vestida de blanco
Que iluminara mis pasos
Que me lleven a ti.

The Cold of the Night

I feel that it's coming
The cold of the night
On my skin
Standing on a corner
Almost at dawn

Very lonely, I feel so sad
In this darkness I wish
It was the moon
Dressed in white
To light my steps
To lead me to you

If I were to be born again
I wouldn't change my life
Just to have you
I would sell my soul

Locked up now
In this small room
Full of pure pain
I'm seeking faith
And banishing depression
I have nothing, nothing

I feel sad
In this darkness
I wish it was the moon
Dressed in white
To light my steps
To lead me to you

If I were to be born again
I wouldn't change my life
Just to have you
I would sell my soul

I wish it was the moon
Dressed in white
To light my steps
To lead me to you.

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