El 180
Los Hermanos Toledo
The 180
A heart of wood
I have to get myself made
So it doesn't suffer, nor feel
Nor know what it is to love
They say that sorrows kill
I say it's not like that
Because if sorrows kill
I would have been dead by now
An impossible love kills me
For an impossible love I die
Impossible to reach
The impossible I desire
The little stars in the sky
And the sands of the sea
Resemble my sorrows
In how long they take to count
