Lo Busqué (part. Ángela Aguilar y Majo Aguilar)

And here it goes
I'm looking for a heart
That got lost in the summer
And there are no more clues, just someone said
That they slept in another bed
I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
That didn't say goodbye, in fact said
They would come with the dawn and never returned
Disappeared, left no trace
And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul bleeding out
They didn't care to seek a doctor or any cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow
And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul bleeding out
They didn't care to seek a doctor or any cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow

I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
That didn't say goodbye, in fact said
They would come with the dawn and never returned
Disappeared, left no trace
And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul bleeding out
They didn't care to seek a doctor or any cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow
And I searched for it, even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul bleeding out
They didn't care to seek a doctor or any cure
So it wouldn't die of love
It died of sorrow
And I searched for it
It died of sorrow
And I searched for it
And I found
And I searched for it
And I searched for it
And I found
And I searched for it
And I found
And I searched for it