Círculos en el Rio, Pt. 3

Afternoons are not there, lonely hillsides full of wax
In your belly I walk
Or have me wherever you want in the night, here I am
Afternoons are not there (afternoons are not there)
Lonely hillsides full of wax
In your belly I walk (afternoons are not there)
Or have me wherever you want in the night
Here I am

I can't believe everything has happened after so long
(I usually think that somewhere I tend to fall without my back broken
The days that float over me)
I can't believe everything has happened after so long
(I usually think that somewhere I tend to fall without my back broken
The days that float over me)
I can't believe everything has happened after so long
(I usually think that somewhere I tend to fall without my back broken
The days that float over me)

I see you and I feel like the one who is dying of bliss
Because he has the woman by his side
I see you and I feel like the one who is dying of bliss
Because he has the woman he loves by his side

Now I will be enough
I feel like I burned in front
Of your pain, my depression
Of your pain, my depression
Of your pain, of your pain, of your pain, of your pain
Of your pain, my depression
Of your pain