De Música Ligera

She slept
To the heat of the masses
And I woke up
Wanting to dream about her

Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
That I never avoided
The traps of love

Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

I will not send her
Ashes of roses
Nor do I intend to avoid
A secret touch

Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains

Nothing else

Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains