Cartas de Amor Que Se Queman

Oh girl, there is nothing left
Of all that we dreamed
Our love is these flames
That are burning my hands

They are like a mourning wing
Flying burnt paper
The letters where I cried
This loving heart

Flower of oblivion
Love letters
The one who burns them doesn't know
That it mourns his heart

I don't know why the sorrow
For your eyes goes far away
And I don't know why my eyes
Go hurt with them

Love letters that burn
Black flowers in the wind
They leave to the one who has loved
The ashen heart

Flower of oblivion
Love letters
The one who burns them doesn't know
That it mourns his heart

Biography of Gustavo