Nada De Más
Belanova
Nothing More
Nothing more
To say, nothing interesting here about me
Nothing more, no no no nothing special
Just the urge to cry
Just thinking about you and how stupid I was
Thinking and dreaming that you would come back
Believing that maybe one day you would return to me
Nothing more
To feel, nothing relevant here about me
Nothing more, no no no all normal
Just the urge to scream
Just thinking about you and how stupid I was
Thinking and dreaming that you would come back
Believing that maybe one day you would return to me
Nothing more...
