Aquellas Pequeñas Cosas
El Canto del Loco
Those Little Things
One believes
That time and absence
Killed them.
But their train
Sold round-trip tickets
They are those little things
That a time of roses left us
In a corner
On a paper
Or in a drawer.
Like a thief
They lurk behind
The door.
They have you
At their mercy
Like dead leaves.
That the wind drags here or there
That smile sadly at you
And make us
Cry when
No one sees us.
They are those little things
That a time of roses left us
In a corner
On a paper
Or in a drawer.
Like a thief
They lurk behind
The door.
They have you
At their mercy
Like dead leaves.
That the wind drags here or there
That smile sadly at you
And make us
Cry when
No one sees us.
