Herido De Amor

Joan Manuel Serrat

Wounded by Love

Love, love, who is wounded, wounded, by love fled. Wounded, dead from love. Tell everyone it was the nightingale.
Wounded, dead from love. Four-edged scalpel, broken throat, and forgetfulness. Take my hand, love, I come very wounded, wounded, by love fled. Wounded, dead from love.

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