Cristal
Calogero
Crystal
I thought seven years of misfortune
The day my poor heart broke
It was a mirror to her splendor
But she grew tired of contemplating herself there
It was a cup filled at all times
With wine, kisses, and desperate love
When she threw it, my poor heart
Couldn't resist because it was made of
Crystal
This heart that hurts
Of crystal
With a thousand shards
Like crystal
On the ground it spreads
Of crystal
These hearts that hurt
I thought seven years of misfortune
The day my poor heart broke
But by a craftsman, not a glassblower
To remake this shattered heart
Our little engines are so fragile
As soon as the storm comes, as soon as the wind comes
How lost they are, how scared they are
Pay close attention because they are made of
Crystal
These hearts that hurt
Of crystal
With a thousand shards
Like crystal
On the ground it spreads
Of crystal
Crystal
These hearts that hurt
Of crystal
With a thousand shards
Like
Crystal
