beatriz84
Poeta asiduo al portal
El invierno se ha hospedado en mi habitación
La cama con clamor pide pasión
La almohada se ha empapado con mis lágrimas
Y tú no dices nada
Que poco a poco ha perdido su consuelo
Que ya no tiene alas para volar si no hay firmamento
Y tú no dices nada
¿Dime cómo puedo devolver el tiempo?
Devolver los residuos que me dejó este amor
Winter has stayed in my room
The bed with clamor calls for passion
The pillow has been soaked with my tears
And you do not say anything
The wind has frosted
Pneumonia has struck me
While the smoke of the cigar feeds the heart
And you do not say anything
Like a leaf under the sun this empty feeling evaporates
That little by little it has lost its consolation
That it no longer has wings to fly if there is no firmament
And you do not say anything
Tell me how can I return the time?
Return the waste that this love left me
La cama con clamor pide pasión
La almohada se ha empapado con mis lágrimas
Y tú no dices nada
El viento se ha frisado
La pulmonía me ha tacado
Mientras el humo del cigarro alimenta el corazón El viento se ha frisado
La pulmonía me ha tacado
Y tú no dices nada
Como una hoja bajo el sol se evapora este vacío sentimiento Que poco a poco ha perdido su consuelo
Que ya no tiene alas para volar si no hay firmamento
Y tú no dices nada
¿Dime cómo puedo devolver el tiempo?
Devolver los residuos que me dejó este amor
Winter has stayed in my room
The bed with clamor calls for passion
The pillow has been soaked with my tears
And you do not say anything
The wind has frosted
Pneumonia has struck me
While the smoke of the cigar feeds the heart
And you do not say anything
Like a leaf under the sun this empty feeling evaporates
That little by little it has lost its consolation
That it no longer has wings to fly if there is no firmament
And you do not say anything
Tell me how can I return the time?
Return the waste that this love left me
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