Flores de Noviembre

There is a fire that no one can make it go out
and in the burning
The hours that you left in the air

And now I look for you almost everywhere

The Moon chases me
It is reflected in the street

Your memory on my lips
Like rain on a Tuesday

And now I see you almost everywhere

A clear light turns blue
Your perfume sometimes gets lost
But they will always remain
November flowers

And although your image is left behind
It will become a memory
like a shooting star
like a bird in winter

Every kiss will explode
Like in my skin your body
And now I see you breathe and it ends

A clear light turns blue
Your perfume sometimes gets lost
But it will always remain

And although your image is left behind
It will become a memory
like a shooting star
like a bird in winter

Every kiss will explode
Like in my skin your body
And now I see you breathe and it ends

A diaphanous light
turns blue
Your perfume sometimes gets lost

But they will always remain
November flowers