Que Fuiste Para Mi
Los Angeles Negros
What You Were To Me
You were my light
My lucky charm, my guide
My youth
My direction, and my ambition
You were my peace
And my melancholy
My nights and my days
My cold and my warmth
You were courage
For my cowardice
You were the reason
For my rebellion
My awakening
My starting point
You were my blooming flower
What a shame, that later you were my sorrow
My desperation and my curse
That you were nothing more than one morning
A dream abandoned on my window
What a shame
What a shame that later you were a memory
A sun petal in my notebook
A face that clouds in my mind
The corner that turned my heart
What a shame, that later you were my sorrow
My desperation and my curse
That you were nothing more than one morning
A dream abandoned on my window
What a shame
What a shame that later you were a memory
A sun petal in my notebook
A face that clouds in my mind
The corner that turned my heart
