700 Toneladas
Yo te vi, yo te vi
En cada recuadro de imágenes que cabe en mi jardín
Comprendí, algo así
Que en cada minuto que vuela hay algo para mi
Una en mil, más sutil
Para mi sufrir
(Ya no se trata de salir)
Corazón, mi canción
Escupe milagros melancólicos del fin de la razón
Si me ves, esta vez
Ignora los rayos que nacen del sur de Santa Fe
Una en mil, más sutil
Para mi sufrir
(Ya no se trata de salir)
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
El cielo amaneció cristalizado y esta vez
Las horas me pusieron al derecho y al revés
Para no extrañarte
El ácido del líquido que activa tu recuerdo
Las huellas que imprimiste sobre cada movimiento
Y necesitarte
Que alguna de esas miles de botellas me emborrache
Que crezcan tus azules sobre grises y azabaches
Soy un cachivache
Que lluevan setecientas toneladas de nostalgia
Que vuelvan esos jueves encantados con tu magia
Para levantarme
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage la souffrance
Votre âme soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage, soulage la souffrance
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700 Tons
I saw you, I saw you
In every frame of pictures that fits in my garden
I understood, something like this
That in every minute that flies, there's something for me
One in a thousand, more subtle
For my suffering
(It's not about going out anymore)
Heart, my song
Spits out melancholic miracles from the end of reason
If you see me, this time
Ignore the rays that come from the south of Santa Fe
One in a thousand, more subtle
For my suffering
(It's not about going out anymore)
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases the pain
Your soul eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
The sky woke up crystallized and this time
The hours turned me inside out
So I wouldn't miss you
The acid of the liquid that triggers your memory
The traces you left on every movement
And needing you
That one of those thousands of bottles gets me drunk
That your blues grow over grays and blacks
I'm a junk
Let seven hundred tons of nostalgia rain down
Let those enchanted Thursdays come back with your magic
To lift me up
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
Your soul eases the pain
Your soul eases the pain
Your soul eases, eases, eases, eases, eases the pain
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