Del Oeste
Claudia Puyó
From the West
You had to believe in that,
since that night,
when the wind wiped your face,
heading west.
You sang a timeless song,
on the saddle,
of the train that took you to dreams,
you had lost.
And when you opened the window,
and found yourself that morning,
your winter had already left,
from your poor heart, your poor heart....
And I know, your legs are aching.
from not sleeping for four nights,
I know, you don’t give a damn,
baby, that’s your light...
that’s your light...
your light...
You’ll have to be wide awake,
to find yourself,
she thought as she was leaving,
that part...
And she let her soul be touched,
by that guy... hey!
who scares away all the ghosts,
when he laughs...
And when you opened...
...Baby, that’s your cross...
that’s your cross...
your cross...
...Baby, that’s your light...
that’s your cross....
your cross...
