Letra Aquellas pequeñas cosas (en inglés) - El Canto Del Loco
You feel
that killed
time and absence.
But his train
ticket sold
return.
They are little things,
time we left a rose
in a corner
on paper
or in a drawer.
Like a thief
I lurk behind
the door.
We have so
at their mercy
like dead leaves
the wind drag there or here,
you sad smile
we make
cry when
nobody sees us.
They are little things,
time we left a rose
in a corner
on paper
or in a drawer.
Like a thief
lurk behind you
the door.
We have so
at their mercy
like dead leaves
the wind drag there or here,
you sad smile
we make
cry when
nobody sees us.