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Gloria

C.R.O

Gloria

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Me buscaban, pero en dónde pensaban que iba a estar
Este marginal sin nombre, sin destino, sin hogar
Me buscaban, pero en dónde pensaban que iba a estar
Este marginal sin nombre, sin destino, sin hogar

Tu odio no me deja ver, acostumbrado a perder
Creo que llegó la hora
Arruinándome la fe sin entender tu por qué
Rezando por ti en la alcoba

Y es que ya, ya, ya no me importa nada
Dime, ¿en verdad quieres volar o quedarte en esta rutina?
Ya, ya, ya no quiero más nada
Solo buscamos esa paz que se perdió en alguna esquina

Una vida desesperada perdiendo el color
Ángeles blancos y cigarros cuando falta amor
Un alma que no está segura y se aferra al temor
Y ellos me siguen buscando
Una vida desesperada perdiendo el color
Ángeles blancos y cigarros cuando falta amor
Un alma que no está segura y se aferra al temor
Y ellos me siguen buscando

Me buscaban, pero en dónde pensaban que iba a estar
Este marginal sin nombre, sin destino, sin hogar
Me buscaban, pero en dónde pensaban que iba a estar
Este marginal sin nombre, sin destino, sin hogar

Gloria

Yeah, yeah, yeah

They were looking for me, but where did they think I’d be?
This nobody, lost and aimless, with no place to call home
They were looking for me, but where did they think I’d be?
This nobody, lost and aimless, with no place to call home

Your hate blinds me, used to losing
I think the time has come
You’re ruining my faith without understanding why
Praying for you in the bedroom

And I just, just, just don’t care anymore
Tell me, do you really want to fly or stay stuck in this routine?
Just, just, just don’t want anything more
We’re just looking for that peace that got lost around some corner

A desperate life losing its color
White angels and cigarettes when love is gone
A soul that’s unsure, clinging to fear
And they keep searching for me
A desperate life losing its color
White angels and cigarettes when love is gone
A soul that’s unsure, clinging to fear
And they keep searching for me

They were looking for me, but where did they think I’d be?
This nobody, lost and aimless, with no place to call home
They were looking for me, but where did they think I’d be?
This nobody, lost and aimless, with no place to call home

Escrita por: Tomas Manuel Campos