Horas vacías
Como estas, si vienes o hacia donde vas
te juro que saber de ti se a vuelto una necesidad,
despertar,el miedo y mi soledad,
diciéndole a mi almohada que tal vez
mañana volveras y aqui...
Las horas que no pasan, el recuerdo de una noche sin fin.
Y una canción que hable de amor para ti.
el amor aquello que una vez te lastimo,
dejándote tan frio el corazón, anuncia su llegada
e tu piel, el miedo a la liución de ser feliz,
y yo que soy tan debil frente a ti, me pierdo en tu mirada y aqui...
Las horas que no pasan,el recuerdo de una noche sin fin.
Y una canciòn que hable de amor para ti.
Las horas que no pasan, el recuerdo de una noche sin fin.
Y una canción que hable de amor para ti.
Empty Hours
How are you, if you come or where you are going
to know about you has become a necessity,
waking up, the fear and my loneliness,
telling my pillow that maybe
tomorrow you will return and here...
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.
love, that once hurt you,
leaving your heart so cold, announces its arrival
on your skin, the fear of the illusion of being happy,
and I, who is so weak in front of you, get lost in your gaze and here...
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.