Zaguán
Chabuca Granda
Entrance Hall
Open hall at night
Refuge of my illusion
She was hooked on you
The flower of my heart
Embroidery with little stones
Little paths of my love
In the background a little light
And a mysterious interior
Warm illuminated hall
With little lanterns of love
Do you remember the one I gave?
My lips and your candor
If he stops at your door
Tell her she's gone numb
The flower that I offered her
Flower of the first illusion
Memories that do not name me
His name and this torment
You disappear and I feel
The feeling of your mouth
Caressed her laughter
With a background of bell towers
That when the breeze brings them to me
I am called to your sanctuary
Memories that do not name me
His name and this torment
You disappear and I feel
The feeling of your mouth
Caressed her laughter
With a background of bell towers
That when the breeze brings them to me
I am called to your sanctuary
How the wound hurts
From looking through your crack
Don't lock yourself in your night
Don't close yourself off from my life
Open hall at night
Refuge of my illusion
She was hooked on you
The flower of my heart
