De Música Ligera
Capital Inicial
Of Light Music
She slept
In the warmth of the masses
And I woke up
Wanting to dream of her
Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
That I never left
The traps of love
Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
I won't send her
Ashes of roses
Nor do I plan to avoid
A secret touch
Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
