| Coincidence is the metafora perfect,
From whom he seeks inspiration to the pain,
The destination is the creeping alibi,
From whom it seeks to everything and never succeeds ...
While the fate looming profile,
This is being discussed with death,
Like someone who is played by the whole everything.
As a currency put the wind.
Always playing, always betting ...
A face or cross, before the incrucijada
Reviewing things that could happen,
And which were suspended, for them,
Turning in the wind.
A face or cross, we played kisses,
Dreams, crying and sanity fatal
Ignore the future and choose to love
Your life ..
A face or cross ..
While in the window leaks,
Time.
While the currency gives back, the wind,
A kiss you perfuma existence,
Women of Heart party in two,
Tell me to which I belong half.
What to you is tremendous incrucijada,
For my love is uncertainty,
What to you is borrón and new account,
For me it is the beginning or end,
Always playing, always betting.
A face or cross, before the incrucijada
Reviewing things that could happen,
And which were suspended, for them,
Turning in the wind.
A face or cross, we played kisses,
Dreams, crying and sanity fatal
Ignore the future and choose to love
Your life ..
A face or cross ..
While in the window leaks,
Time. |
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