Dedo En La Llaga
El Chaqueño Palavecino
Finger in the Wound
The night spreads its folds my love
Where do words go to die
Where feverishly dawns the illusion
And the soul is stripped of sorrows
Through the splinters of some heart
A sky of doubts that burst into bloom
A thousand questions crying out of love
And there are no answers to calm them
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
The day dreams in its mirror of sun
Where hope looks triumphantly
Finally awakens another dream of love
To believe in tomorrow again
But deep down in that heart
A sky of doubts that burst into bloom
A thousand questions crying out of love
And there are no answers to calm them
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
I don't want to talk about you or me
I don't want to hear that past story
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
Lie to me...
But don't put your finger in the wound
That your words finally hurt me
And they hurt my soul with sorrows
