Telón
El Caribefunk
Curtain
The door that connected you to my balcony closed completely
The napkin where my song was written got wrinkled
All the lights went out and even the curtain closed
I've stopped being a clown, this show is over
From your life and mine, like wandering puppets
Controlled by the masses of your extravagant world
A story can end, but never the memory
A war can be lost, but we're still on earth
To reclaim the time, to heal our wounds
To tell our grandchildren stories of life
To reclaim the time, to heal our wounds
To tell our grandchildren stories of life
The door that connected you to my balcony closed completely
The napkin where my song was written got wrinkled
All the lights went out and even the curtain closed
I've stopped being a clown, this show is over
From your life and mine as eternal walkers
Controlled by the masses of your extravagant world
A story can end, but never the memory
A war can be lost, but we're still on earth
To reclaim the time, to heal our wounds
To tell our grandchildren stories of life
To reclaim the time, to heal our wounds
To tell our grandchildren stories of life
To reclaim the time
To start over
Shouting to the four winds
Another song that goes away
Another song that goes away
Another song that goes away
Another song that goes away
Another song that goes...
