A Ella
Fernando Delgadillo
To Her
Today I felt the urge, not from the muses
Today I have no excuses or apologies
To sing to you
To write you a verse and hang you from here
Until the desires of the morning
Yet to come
Today, the first of the second of the year
While this woman breaks the space
To finally invent herself
To look at her completely in silence and sideways
I take her hands, as a stage
To exist
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of sun
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of soooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!
The clock stops on us
The ten fall, sliding down her shoulders
And the light sneaks in
That gets tangled in your hair but you set it free
Gold and diamond for a moment of blue tone
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of sun
And it doesn't matter what they say, that it's cliché
To talk about love, let them say it's bad if they haven't tried
The night in her arms of soooool
Nooooroooo!!!!ohohhhhoh!
