Pedro

Sometimes a heart breaks
Wanting to rebuild
And sometimes that same heart
Forgets you

And this heart has no idea
How to come back
The heart that has the feeling
That Your heart doesn't recognize me
And Your heart already doesn't know me

The weak and wounded heart
Finds in the middle of the road
The one from whom it shouldn't have let go of the hand

So the clasping of hands
Reminds of the altar
On which it sacrificed this wounded heart

But Your heart doesn't forget me
Your heart already recognizes me

Abba if I forget
Home
Remind me that it's about You

Our heart
In this light dance