It was an hour at the bar and you did not make it to the appointment
will it be that you forgot or maybe you did not want
maybe I do not want anything and I'm crazy to release it
People who come and go and I am alone on the road.
I travel half the city wrapped in melancholy
I do not want to think about you or blow daisies
my flight is losing height
I do not give up hard
people who come and go and I am alone on the road ..
Back sadness on the shoulder fantasy wound
back with a long face and empty hands,
and I'm losing in the streets if it's not with you they're not the same
and I feel that it will never be
and I feel that it will never be again ... (bis).
It was the third time in that month I saw her
the fourth time he did not arrive he did not give signs of life
I thought love was around
I only have flavor to nothing
People who come and go and I am alone on the road.
Back sadness on the shoulder fantasy wound
back with long face and empty hands
and I'm losing myself in the streets
if it is not with you they are not equal
and I feel that I will never again be a
and I feel that it will never be .........
Only among all we can make this a better place :)