Back to the routine
we get dressed without talking
the hurry can more than the passion
I weigh each day the recuedos and the times
Like a dart, they nail this heart.
And melalcolia
he attacks me from the back without mercy
and suddenly I think ...
And if we had little time left
if tomorrow ends our days
and if I have not told you enough
I adore you with life
and if we had little time
and if I could not make you love more
If I do not get to swear that nobody can love you more than me.
The afternoon dies slowly
and the hours consume me
I'm anxious to see you again
I can not understand
how was that custom
change our way of wanting.
And the melancholy
he attacks me from the back without mercy
and suddenly I think ...
and if we had little time
if tomorrow ends our days
And if I have not told you enough
I adore you with life
and if we had little time
and if I could not make you love more
If I do not get to swear that nobody can love you more than me.
Nobody really knows what it is that has
Until he faces the fear of losing him forever.
And if we had little time ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)