I'm not sleepy, just a pile under the mattress,
It is not anxiety, it will not be fortune and that is how it is better,
I think I miss everything that happened, I miss you,
And that gives me a color, always the same color.
I do not want beach, I do not have cream, I do not see the sun,
And among the people I feel strong will be your love,
You take the mate mate like me,
You who ask for song and hate the suntan lotion ...
And what will I do when it falls,
And what will I do when this love falls,
So much absence of distance is noticeable,
Because everything is a flan we both fall.
If I go up, if I want to fly and I do not care,
From time to time I am honest and I give you again,
All that melody that you knew how to sing,
Do not go, you'll see there's more.
And what will I do when it falls,
And what will I do when this love falls,
So much absence of distance is noticeable,
Because everything is a flan we both fall.
And what will I do when it falls,
And what will I do when it falls,
And what am I going to do when this love falls?
Only among all we can make this a better place :)