Canela

The moon that saw us, dancing close
Is the one that sees us today, each one on their own
I've never loved like this
With bursts of madness and desperation

Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
That I don't give, not even lift a finger, no

There's no ink or paper, in the printing presses
To be able to put, what I love about you in words
There's no song
Sadder and darker than the one of goodbye

Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
That I don't give, not even lift a finger, no

I'll have to erase
Your words from my lips
The craft of forgetting
Is not so easy to learn, save me

There can't be a song
Sadder and darker than the one of goodbye

Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, that I don't
For your love, not even lift a finger
Love, for your love
With a taste, of cinnamon stick
I go, for your love
I die and am, a flower that bleeds, love