Las Mañanas
Cementerio Club
Mornings
Mornings are for dreaming,
In the afternoons, I start imagining again.
I’m not the same as before, but I’m still me,
And my life full of love is fading away.
And the days just keep passing by,
Sometimes you don’t even notice.
A new moon, a long road,
A life filled with love is slipping away.
My love, my love, give me more,
Of your skin, your voice, your faith, your warmth,
Give me more.
Nights are great for talking,
And dreams come true.
Find me among them, call me again,
And my life filled with love is here.
Instinct on your lips,
Whispers intertwined, I’m
Seeing you drawn in this wandering night, I’m
I’m going for more of your love.
