Cuestión de Suerte

Now that this goodbye is so brave,
Now that the light has gone out,
God knows it was a matter of luck.
To talk about me, I miss you.

And now, still,
I think that, one day, we will love again.
And others, however,
It wouldn't be the same...

The princess who wrote about this letter,
Who would give her crown to come back,
The one who hopes this story doesn't die
And only counts the time she has left to lose.

Now that I was the one who hurt you,
Now that it's not time to cry,
This freshly painted heart
No longer slowly kills if you leave.

And now, still,
I think that, one day, we will love again.
And others, however,
It wouldn't be the same...

The princess who wrote about this letter,
Who would give her crown to come back,
The one who hopes this story doesn't die
And only counts the time she has left to lose.

The princess who wrote about this letter,
Who would give her crown to come back,
The one who hopes this story doesn't die
And only counts the time she has left to lose.

The one who, now, cries inside
And tells you that it wouldn't be the same,
The princess who wrote about this letter,
Who would give her crown only to come back.

God knows it was a matter of luck.
To talk about me, I miss you.