Tan Solo
Ciro y los Persas
Just Alone
Maybe it's not the wine
Maybe it's not the dessert
Maybe it's
It's nothing
But there is so much beauty
Thrown on the table
Completely naked overflowing
You hurry the glass
You're losing your step
And on the table there's nothing left
The door is drunk
You closed it and it remained open
And I can hear your call
Oh, just alone
Oh, just alone
Your mouth already served
Your mouth is so sweet
So sweet with a bitter blues
A glass rolls to the floor
Slowly falls to the floor
Slowly and dies in a thousand pieces
I don't want your eyes to be seen
Your eyes to be seen
So, so, so, so sad
It must have been fate
Or that glass of wine
That you mentioned
Oh, just alone
Oh, just alone
The rope jumps, gets tangled
And falls face down
And falls face down
And falls face down
Oh, just alone
Oh, just alone
