De Música Ligera

She slept
In the warmth of the masses
And I woke up
Wanting to dream of her
Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
That I never left
The traps of love

Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

I won't send her
Ashes of roses
Nor do I plan to avoid
A secret touch

Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains