Nostalgia
Una furtiva lagrima
Un leve roce la voz
Sombra fugas que pasa
Se antiguas heridas de amor
Tiempo que siempre se va
Y que ya no volverá
Eso que llaman nostalgia
No es mas que un duende
Huye de los espejos
Porque se quiere esconder
Huye de los relojes
Y vuelve suicida al ayer
Memoria que miente a la razón
Recuerdos que matan la ilusión
Duende que vendes pasión
No me engañes con nostalgia a mi corazón
Duende que vendes sono decepción
No me engañes con nostalgia a mi corazón no
Duende que vendes pasión
No me engañes con nostalgia a mi corazón no
Duende que vendes sono decepción
No me engañes con nostalgia a mi corazón
Nostalgia
A furtive tear
A soft touch, the voice
Shadows fleeting that pass
Old wounds of love
Time that always slips away
And won't come back again
What they call nostalgia
Is just a little ghost
Run from the mirrors
'Cause it wants to hide
Run from the clocks
And it comes back, suicidal, to yesterday
Memory that lies to reason
Memories that kill the dream
Ghost that sells you passion
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia
Ghost that sells you disappointment
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia, no
Ghost that sells you passion
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia, no
Ghost that sells you disappointment
Don't fool my heart with nostalgia.