Este Amor Que Arrasa

The walls of pleasure, walls of yesterday
Decorate, the paint and something more
Losing their color
Letting the sun in
The shadow of love, escapes
It's easy indeed, to search in your reason
To make a heart the home
And dress it with illusion and fill it with emotion
It doesn't usually happen, but sometimes it does

And now tell me where I leave the rest of this love
You left so lightly that you almost forgot
Taking at least the memory
Of that kiss that we playfully invented
I would like to think, that you still want to know
What remains of love? What remains of yesterday?
The answer is usually where you don't want to look
Simply, in that love, that ravages
In this love that ravages.

And now tell me where I leave the rest of this love
You left so lightly that you almost forgot
Taking at least the memory
Of that kiss that we playfully invented
I would like to think, that you still want to know
What remains of love? What remains of yesterday?
The answer is usually where you don't want to look
Simply, in that love, that ravages
Simply...