Invierno de Cristal
Ricardo Arjona
Crystal Winter
It was a Monday in February
In a crystal winter
What's wrong, sir?
Someone was late
So much green in those eyes
It should be illegal
You said three lies
I didn't say a truth
The clock went on a trip
Who knows if it will come back
It was a bar on Fourteenth Street
With songs by Jacques Brel
Looking for a reason to be alive
Your skirt appeared to me that blue afternoon
And I made an effort to tell you everything that hadn't happened
For not meeting a million years ago
We walked to my hotel
It was the rush of kisses
That started in the elevator
I saw your back in the mirror
With my drops of sweat
Between the third and fourth floor
I stopped the elevator
Looking for a reason to be alive
Your skirt appeared to me that blue afternoon
And I made an effort to tell you everything that hadn't happened
For not meeting a million years ago
And I never saw you again
Looking for a reason to be alive
Your skirt appeared to me that blue afternoon
And I made an effort to tell you everything that hadn't happened
For not meeting a million years ago
It was a crystal winter
