If there is no love
if there are no hours, minutes seconds
to be near you
there is no idea, the slightest idea
of what love is.
If there is no more laughter, only the crying that warns
that we are two more that walk without direction,
no place to go,
there is no idea, the slightest idea
of what love is.
The words are made
and can not express
because how we act is not the most usual way
there is no chance, the most formal detail
a bed that sleeps without the peace of your ideal.
The words are made
and no, and we can not express
because how we act is not the most usual way
there is no chance, the most formal detail
a bed that sleeps without the peace of your ideal.
Chorus 1
Love is what we think and something more
but when we mistreat ourselves, we do not know where it goes.
Pregones
Yesterday that you that I wanted,
later without a because fighting
with the left hand giving,
with the right mom punishing.
We do not know where he is going
or depronto who is
arid the ground was turned,
there is no one who can plant again,
the fertilizer is over.
Chorus 2
People say that you are out there crying
People say that I am around here laughing.
Pregones
Laughing of what if the mistake did not forgive
take out accounts do not make mistakes,
pay what you owe me,
but, but, but at once.
Experience makes the teacher
and the street to the unwrapped
the words are recount,
The rest is pure fiction.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)