Borgoña
Vanesa Martín
Burgundy
On this side of the bed where I sleep now
Where I distance myself from the heart, the heart that was once mine
I want to break routines and habits
But if someone confuses me
I don’t want to take your place
There were too many likes at our goodbye
We were the starting point
And a spilled Burgundy
Feelings aren’t veterans
Feelings aren’t veterans
Art is like love
Everyone understands their own
Recover, heart
Protecting from pride
Now it’s our turn to sweat
It’s hard to forget
But it won’t be that tough
Art is like love
Everyone goes to their own chair
If you try to shape it
It always splinters
Now it’s our turn to sweat
It’s hard to forget
But it won’t be that tough
On this side my memory has forgotten you
My routine has skipped you
And being happy is now with me
I like that solitude finds me
At the party among the crowd
And no longer sees me with you
Art is like love
Everyone understands their own
Recover, heart
Protecting from pride
Now it’s our turn to sweat
It’s hard to forget
But it won’t be that tough
Art is like love
Everyone goes to their own chair
If you try to shape it
It always splinters
Now it’s our turn to sweat
It’s hard to forget
But it won’t be that tough
Art is like love
Everyone goes to their own chair
If you try to shape it
It always splinters
Sweat it out, love, sweat it out
Sweat it out, love, sweat it out
