I leave touch in the early morning
some weights, a thousand stories to tell
glasses has the sun this morning
watermarks that draw the city
I get lost among people and I think of you
Bogota tells me that you are here
part of the air, of memories
of those kisses that were born of winter
I close my eyes and in a hurry
I am again the master of your smile
I sleep in your hair and little by little
is waking up from his dream a poor crazy
I get lost among people and I think of you
and I understand that my love you're not here
I breathe again in the afternoon
some magic that helps me lift
I eat and your songs
my guitar and again to work
I get lost among people and I think of you
and I feel that your voice is still there
part of the air, of memories
of those kisses that went in winter
I cross the space and in a hurry
I am again the master of your caresses
I travel in your hair, and little by little
a poor madman is landing from his dream
I get lost among people and I think of you
and I understand that my love you're not here
I close my eyes and in a hurry
I am again the master of your smile
I sleep in your hair and little by little
is waking up from his dream a poor crazy
I get lost among people and I think of you
and I understand that my love you're not here
my love you are not here.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)