Los Días Contados (feat. Funambulista y Shinova)

One more week of April
170 hours by your side
Nights and nights without sleep
We always had the numbered days

We saw many sunsets
We always woke up drunk
We never said goodbye, never
We knew something had begun

I remember your outbursts
Your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your philias
You don't know how much I regret
When I dream that I'm still between your legs

I set course to nowhere
All this time I've been so lost
Friend of loneliness
I'm like a wanderer without a path

It all ended and was so fleeting
We didn't finish what we built
Now it's up to us to remember
That we are puppets of destiny

I remember your outbursts
Your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your philias
You don't know how much I regret
When I dream that I'm still between your legs

It wasn't what it could have been, how strange this way of hurting

I remember your outbursts
Your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your philias
You don't know how much I regret
When I dream that I'm still between your legs

I remember your outbursts
Your moves, your comings and goings
Your phobias and your philias
You don't know how much I regret
When I dream that I'm still between your legs

One more week of April, 170 hours by your side