De Musica Ligera

She slept
In the heat of the crowds
And I woke up
Wanting to dream about her
Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
That I never escaped
The traps of love

Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

I won't send you
Ashes of roses
Nor do I plan to avoid
A secret touch

Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains