Petalos Marchitos

I dreamed of many early mornings,
stained pillow with a red sunrise...
I dreamed that you didn't say goodbye,
saying poems to never return...

To never return,
I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more
when you don't take care of my garden...
of withered petals, of quarrels and screams,
begging to be reborn...

And if yesterday and the wind have brought me,
memories of forgetfulness to never return...

To never return,
I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
If you don't sow hope,
if you don't water the feelings,
the sun won't come out through the house to see me...
saying nonsense,
around every corner to never return...
To never return,
I gave you my music in a thousand ways without knowing,
Nights shine more
When you sleep (next to me...)
To never return...I sold the music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
of withered petals, of quarrels and screams, I dreamed...