Campanas En La Noche
Los Tipitos
Bells In The Night
A man in front of a window
Super lucid look
Explore the landscape and not
It's not his interior, it's the Moon
They are distant shadows of the forest
It's something rare in the stars
Sounds that induce fear
And also melancholy of waiting
Of waiting
Of waiting for her to come back and tell him
Here I am my love, there is no forgetting
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've come
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love
It does not exist
His restless mind is filled with stories
His body is just memory
It’s that that you have to feel
With infinite patience
Walking the streets of others
Of men that finally he feels sorry for
Bells in the night
Noises of melancholy that await
That await
That await for her to come back and tell him
Here I am my love, there is no forgetting
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've won
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love
It does not exist
Tremendous delirium, literary fiction
Secrets that were prayer
Cursed mirror that finally
Doubled his entire life
Walking the streets of others
Of men that finally he feels sorry for
Bells in the night
Noises of melancholy that await
That await
That await for her to come back and tell him
Here I am my love, there is no forgetting
Here I am, my love, I'm back, I've won
Can you believe it? There is no such thing as forgetting, my love
It does not exist
