Las Cosas Que Pasan

Every morning, lucky, even if it doesn't count anymore
I'll count it as just another day I didn't live
Your absence hits hard, multiplies the pain
It took over the entire sky of our garden

Awakened princess, you're now darkened
I dreamed of writing to you in a tercet I broke
Paint yourself in colors, I ask you not to cry
Don't forget everything that made us this way

And so, I left

Oh, I myself prepared your things
The painful hours in their place
It will be the secret perfume of the roses
The things that happen hurt me

Having you and freeing you from your worst parts
Doesn't mean you distance yourself from your life like that
Stop getting lost in yourself, losing yourself, tying yourself up
There's a Moon for every night in Paris

And so, I left
And so, I lost

Oh, I myself prepared your things
The painful hours in their place
I'll miss your whimsical mornings
The things that happen hurt me

Oh, I myself dug my grave
I don't want to lose you, not anymore
Miraculous nurses will help me
The things that happen hurt me

Oh, I myself prepared your things
The painful hours in their place
It will be the secret perfume of the roses
The things that happen hurt me

Oh, I myself dug my grave
I don't want to lose you, not anymore
Miraculous nurses will help me
The things that happen hurt me
The things that happen hurt me
The things that happen hurt me
I like the things that happen