La casa
La casa se ha puesto triste
No hay flores en tu jardin
No se, como hare para olvidarte
Si todo me recuerda a ti
El suave perfume de tu piel
Se quedo impregnado en nuestra cama
No se, como hare para olvidarte
Si todo me recuerda a ti
La casa se ha puesto triste
No hay flores en tu jardin
No se, como hare para olvidarte
Si todo me recuerda a ti
The House
The house has become sad
No flowers in your garden
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you
The soft perfume of your skin
Remains impregnated in our bed
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you
The house has become sad
No flowers in your garden
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you