Imágen Proyectada
Don Cornelio y La Zona
Projected Image
When your voice unleashes from your tongue
And your color is projected
Oh my love, don't leave me
Don't crash
Don't crash on my bed
No, don't hit me
Take my cord
Don't talk to me anymore
Look for a connection
When there's no life left to see
And you find out about your projected image
Oh, my love don't crash
Don't leave me
Don't crash on my bed
No, don't hit me
Take my cord
A kind God
Look for a connection
Connection
A light, a sound
A song, a trunk
A witness, an explosion
A blue, a navy
An injection, an avalanche
A destiny, sensation
