Un Jardín
El Picnic Era Ayer
A Garden
I'm looking for a way to be reborn, in the shadows
Like a garden just blooming
I want to see you, on the shore a ray of sunshine
And tell you about that time I dreamed of you
The color, of your eyes impossible not to get lost in the green of your being
Distant what a tender sensation
It doesn't apply there's no return
To return to no man's land
Where it doesn't seem to stop raining
Distant what a tender sensation
No return does not apply
Distant what a tender sensation
Does not apply no refund
