Madrid wakes up in the morning blue
Among the missed calls I have your call
The world explodes on television but I,
I am still resisting the confusion.
I keep my tears in my handkerchief
And also a mute knot
In the throat, it was so wonderful
Love yourself like this
And I will regret it, but this time I prefer
Wrong me alone.
I want to give up in his arms,
I want to meet him,
And open a way again,
It is that when he touch me, i burn
The sea, I tell you
I want to meet in his eyes
And return to love,
I know, it's cruel, forgive me,
It's not all a coincidence.
I'm not as perfect as you hoped
We are innocent, the fault is the dawn
And I escape with another, dawn
I will regret it, but this time I prefer
Wrong me alone
I want to give up in his arms,
I want to meet him,
And open a way again,
It is that when he touch me, i burn
The sea, I tell you
I want to meet in his eyes
And return to love.
It's just that I'm not stone
I am a hurricane that lives of passions
And I'm not a statue in a glass urn
I want to give up in his arms,
I want to meet him...
It is that when he touch me, i burn
The sea, I tell you
I want to meet in his eyes
And return to love,
I know, it's cruel, forgive me,
It's not all a coincidence.