| He was waiting for it,
with a yellow flower.
She was dreaming him,
with the light in their pupil.
And the yellow of the sun
it illuminated the corner
it felt it so near
it felt it from girl
Her wise that the wise one
that some day would pass
that the one would come to look for it
with their yellow flowers
Don't hurry,
don't stop,
the instant of the encounter
this statement that is a fact
don't lose it there is not right
don't forget
that the life
hardly ever this sleeping one..
In that bar so deserted
he/she waited for us the encounter
she arrives in limousine,
yellow of course.
Him you brings near suddenly
I look at it so of front
an entire dreamt life
and he/she could not say anything
Her wise that the wise one
that some day would pass
that the one would come to look for it
with their yellow flowers
Don't hurry,
don't stop,
the instant of the encounter
this statement that is a fact
don't lose it there is not right
don't forget
that the life
hardly ever this sleeping one..
Yellow Flores...
Her wise that the wise one
that some day would pass
that the one would come to look for it
with their yellow flowers
Don't hurry,
don't stop,
the instant of the encounter
this statement that is a fact
don't lose it there is not right
don't forget
that the life
hardly ever this sleeping one..
Her wise that the wise one
the wise one her wise
that the wise one her wise
and they forgot their
yellow flowers.. |
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