Bailando Con Tu Sombra

Who could love you like I love you, my love
Who, I ask, who could love you like I do
You always said it and tied me to your skin
With bouquets of kisses and we listened to them fall
On the zinc roofs
Autumn rains in April

I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
For a broken guitar, for a rusty carousel
Oh Alelí, poor me!

I undressed you to see what the sea was like
And the sea tangled with my desires to fly
We went so far that we forgot to return
The blind angel of dawn brought us
And lay at your feet
Like a Siamese kitten

I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
For a broken guitar, for a rusty carousel
Oh Alelí, poor me!

Tonight I want us to dance again
The song that the wind sang to us yesterday
Hell will know how to accept
That I dance in my cell with your shadow endlessly
How could I kill
The one who made me dream

I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
For a broken guitar, for a rusty carousel
Oh Alelí, poor me!

I!
Chelo
22!