Lago de forma mía
Te hallaré en mí
como un jarrón.
Lago de forma mía,
más que un suspiro es una fiebre helada
al volver.
Ya no pienses más que tu ángel partió.
Lago de forma mía,
tengo pensado rescatarte sin pensar en mí.
O en la gente, gente que viene y que va,
gente que viene, que viene y que va.
Yo no sé doblar ni sé caer.
Lago del alma mía.
Todas las cosas se han perdido de su corazón,
de su estrella...
Vas mirando del lado del agua,
sabe bien ir mirando la vida.
Vas mirando del lado del agua,
sabe bien ir mirando la vida...
Donde va un color quisiera saber.
Labios de una oración.
Bajo la lluvia se producen torbellinos...
Lake of my shape
I will find you in me
like a vase.
Lake of my shape,
more than a sigh is a cold fever
when returning.
Don't think anymore that your angel left.
Lake of my shape,
I plan to rescue you without thinking of me.
Or of people, people who come and go,
people who come, who come and go.
I don't know how to bend or how to fall.
Lake of my soul.
All things have been lost from his heart,
from his star...
You are looking from the water's side,
it feels good to look at life.
You are looking from the water's side,
it feels good to look at life...
Where a color goes I would like to know.
Lips of a prayer.
Under the rain whirlwinds are produced...
Escrita por: Luis Alberto Spinetta