Pero no, no hay prisa; te duele el corazón al recordar su sonrisa, te duele con razón, pero no, no hay prisa.
Y vuelves a tu casa con la misma camisa, pero con manchas de ron.

dimarts, 23 d’agost del 2011

When you were standing in the wake of devastation.
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown;
With the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now...
you were there and possibly alone.


Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up all the failiures all you've know...
Remember all the sadness and frustration,
and let it go...
Let it go.