Quizá
I know that I got tired myself to be fighting
against the hands of the clock
I know that in them we become two strangers
I know that our time finished
I think that it is late for speaking
I think that it is useless to wait
E that you want to pardon me
Perhaps I was who I did not forget the kisses that one day I hid under the mattress
Talves your voice remembered me the dreams that one day I left in your habitation
Today I go to look at for the window to prove that not these
I feel that it will not have tomorrow
This tired love
I know does not go
Already it does not have nothing more than to ask (nothing)
Already it does not have more reasons to imagine that it wants to pardon me
Perhaps I was who I did not forget the kisses that one day I hid under the mattress
Talves your voice remembered me the dreams that one day I left in its house
Today I go to look at for the window to prove that not these
I feel that it will not have tomorrow
This tired love
I know does not go
Already it does not have nothing more than to ask (nothing)
It does not have more reasons to imagine that it wants to pardon me
Already it does not have nothing more than to ask (nothing)
Already it does not have more reasons to imagine that it wants to pardon me
Perhaps I was who I did not forget the kisses that one day I hid under the mattress
Talves your voice remembered me the dreams that one day I left in your habitation