A simple photo,
behind a showcase,
a cardboard image
in his soul he came alive,
between objects
in total disorder,
lives for sale his smile
always the same but different
They did not expect their caresses
have your inanimate skin
he was satisfied
only to be able to look at it (bis 2)
The showcase,
again it will turn off,
I will dream with you and the store will close
but open tomorrow girl
and you will be mine again
the showcase
he does not say it but he knows
that in spite of the unreal
if I can not see it
and tomorrow there is no more
although it is only a photo
the rest without it is little.
Until one good day,
Almost without warning,
they changed that scenery
and they took away her lover,
he asked people
they just laughed
he went to look for her in the streets
in mountains of waste.
and among the rubble
and between the objects,
he found his broken girl,
in pieces dirty and lonely
He healed her by swearing
he cleaned it crying
and habrazandola at the end
He took her for a walk.
The showcase
never again will it go out
we will dream together
and they will never close
they will not open tomorrow girl
but you're still mine.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)