Yo que había dejado el corazón en un bolero...
Dos de abril.
Dos,
cuatro.
Arena en los cristales,
máscaras,
cuchillos,
otra mejilla.
Un beso
besando al insomnio
que solo besa su lágrima.
Un beso
y la otra mejilla,
cuchillos,
máscaras,
arena en los cristales.
Cuatro,
dos,
dos de abril.
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I, who had left my heart in a bolero...
April 2nd.
Two,
four.
Sand on the windows,
masks,
knives,
another cheek.
A kiss
kissing the insomnia
that only kisses its tear.
A kiss
and the other cheek,
knives,
masks,
sand on the windows.
Four,
two,
April 2nd.
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