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January Goes

Nito Mestre

Enero Va

La historia empieza
La duda de lo que va a venir
Olvido un tiempo nublado
Escribo el tema que ayer soñé
Ya son las seis
Ültimo cielo

Alto de nuevo
Mirar por la ventana
Hacia el sur
Andar siseando bajo
Y pensar
Ser sonrisa no es mi oficio
No quiero perder el juicio
A ver, a ver, a ver

Quién es el santo que opina tanto
Miren de frente
Quizás se mientan un poco
Espero estar sereno
Para entregar
Enero imaginaba

Un aire que volverá
No lo verás
Estará siempre dentro nuestro al volar
Enero va, no lo verás
Estará siempre dentro nuestro al volar

January Goes

The story begins
The doubt of what is to come
Forget a cloudy time
I write the theme I dreamed of yesterday
It's already six
Last sky

High again
Look out the window
To the south
Walking hissing below
And thinking
Being a smile is not my job
I don't want to lose my mind
Let's see, let's see, let's see

Who is the saint who has so much to say
Look straight ahead
Maybe they lie a little
I hope to be calm
To deliver
January imagined

An air that will return
You won't see it
It will always be inside us as we fly
January goes, you won't see it
It will always be inside us as we fly

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