Tekst:
Enrique Morente

Que te quise con locura yo en mi vida negare que yo te quise con locura mira que carino fue que siento la calentura que tuve por tu querer (Gracias

(You can run, you can hide But you can't escape my love) Here's how it goes, you and me, up and down, but maybe this time We'll get right, worth

Prijevod: Wilco. Više kao Mjesec.

: I'm not a poet And I know it There is no deep secret Tossing inside me I have no timing I can't form my feelings Sometimes I rhyme Sometimes

customers Holding no purchase so far Collapsing galaxies Feathered with falling stars I see us all as something But nothing like we truly are Why don't you come to me now More

: There's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't let Me ever forget this impossible longing for you Let's take a map across your

E adesso che hai le chiavi, non devi piu bussare, non devi piu suonare che a suonare ci pensiamo noi. E adesso che hai le prove, non devi sospettare

I need a camera To my eye To my eye, reminding Which lies have I been hiding Which echoes belong I'm counting out The days in Central Park With gravel

customers Holding no purchase so far Collapsing galaxies Feathered with falling stars I see us all as something But nothing like we truly are Why don't you come to me now More