Crónica
Abel Pintos
Chronicle
Doubling down on the moon
Sleeping at the edge of the sun
Pugliese and good fortune
The rain and imagination
The hours have no comfort
If sleep has no engine
Crossing the abyss in silence
Reading love poems
I keep turning non-stop from the countryside to the city
From the mountains to the lights of the sea
Feeling without pain the aftermath of love
That don't kill me, they make me happy
Dreaming non-stop about the time to arrive
If every day I wake up in a place
Different for me, what a way to live!
Thanks to heaven I carry you with me
Doubling down on the moon
Sleeping at the edge of the sun
Pugliese and good fortune
The rain and imagination
The hours have no comfort
Eager to be in the (show)
Crossing the abyss in silence
Reading love poems
I keep turning non-stop from the countryside to the city
From the mountains to the lights of the sea
Feeling without pain the aftermath of love
That don't kill me, they make me happy
Dreaming non-stop about the time to arrive
If every day I wake up in a place
Different for me, what a way to live!
Thanks to heaven I carry you with me
