Entre Dos Colores

What would the night be, if the moon didn't paint it
What would the night be, if the moon didn't roam around it
And didn't roam around, and didn't roam around
What would life be, if love were missing
What would the moon be if the sun weren't its lover
What would the night be if dawn didn't break, didn't break
If it didn't break, what would life be if love didn't exist

What good is it to love without someone to love you
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to embrace
Without anyone to reciprocate
What good is it to love, without someone to love
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to give to
Without anyone to reciprocate

Love is a path of pleasures and pains
Love is a blindfold, halfway between two colors, between two colors
Between two colors, one of fears the other of passions

What good is it to love without someone to love you
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to embrace
Without anyone to reciprocate
What good is it to love, without someone to love
What good is it to give without someone to give to
What good is love
Without anyone to share it
Without anyone to give to
Without anyone to reciprocate