Lo Busque

I'm looking for a heart
that was lost in the summer
And there are no more signs
that someone said
That he slept in another bed

I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
who didn't say goodbye
What's more, he said
would come with the dawn
And he didn't come back, he disappeared
He left no trace

And I looked for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out, he doesn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So that I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief

And I looked for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out, he doesn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So that I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief

I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
who didn't say goodbye
What's more, he said
would come with the dawn
And he didn't come back, he disappeared
I leave no trace

And I looked for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out, he doesn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So that I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief

And I looked for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out, he doesn't care
Look for a doctor or some cure
So that I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief