Palabras Sin Nombre

Here is the story
to whoever wants to listen,
it's the sad story
of someone who wanted to give away
the moon without asking.

How many times had a reason,
how many times... were two.

Tears don't flow
if one doesn't want to cry,
but time weighs
and one can't forget.
The day has already hidden.

If autumn doesn't want to let you go,
winter will come.

And here, in the night,
I can't find a place to rest,
and even if I try,
words without name.

How many times had a reason,
how many times... were two.
If autumn doesn't want to let you go,
winter will come.

And here, in the night,
I can't find a place to rest,
and even if I try,
words without name