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No me hables de amor

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Don't Talk To Me About Love

They exchanged a look
An hour later her voice shook
When her whispering died, she cried
Never wants to recover, she cried

Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)
Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)

Since that gaze
Roaring by went her days
When her whispering died, she cried
Never wants to recover, she cried

Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)
Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)
Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)

(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)
Don't talk, don't talk to me
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)

Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)
Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)

It couldn't be that good, although they said it would
Just couldn't be that good

Don't talk to me about love
(yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter)

Be that good
It couldn't be that good, although they said it would
Just couldn't be that good

Be be be that good (*3 to fade)

No me hables de amor

Intercambiaron una mirada
Una hora después su voz tembló
Cuando su susurro se apagó, lloró
Nunca quiere recuperarse, lloró

No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)
No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)

Desde esa mirada
Rugiendo pasaron sus días
Cuando su susurro se apagó, lloró
Nunca quiere recuperarse, lloró

No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)
No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)
No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)

(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)
No hables, no me hables
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)

No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)
No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)

No pudo ser tan bueno, aunque dijeran que lo sería
Simplemente no pudo ser tan bueno

No me hables de amor
(los ayeres se desmoronan, los mañanas no importan)

Ser tan bueno
No pudo ser tan bueno, aunque dijeran que lo sería
Simplemente no pudo ser tan bueno

Ser ser ser tan bueno (*3 para desvanecer)

Escrita por: Johnny Mcelhone, Altered Images