Quién piensa en ti
Sabroso
Who thinks of you
Hands in the pockets
always looking at the ground
the beard unshaven
for three days now
You light a cigarette
can't stop smoking
nights are eternal
don't even mention the day
You start to wonder
why you're like this now
you start to wonder
who thinks of you
Who thinks of you
who has stolen your happy look
who has replaced your illusion with pain
who has taken away your best moment
who thinks of you
who has stolen your happy look
who has replaced your illusion with pain
who has taken away your best moment
who thinks of you
You don't lose hope
that something must change
and you think it's enough
you shouldn't suffer anymore
there's no evil that lasts a hundred years
nor anyone who can endure it
you know you have the right o your happiness
but while it arrives you have to live
but while it arrives who thinks of you
who thinks of you
who has stolen your happy look
who has replaced your illusion with pain
who has taken away your best moment...
