Colores Santos
Gustavo Cerati
Holy Colors
Ah, I miss you in the afternoons
Maybe it's not love that makes me look for you
Decisions always come late
The pieces that remain never fit together
Ah, traveling in the light
I want to hug you, a perfect kiss
Wrapped in the dreams of useless nights
Confusing memories, holy colors
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Ah, I know very well
You never understood me and I don't intend to
Sweet is this wind
Blow in my heart
It drags forgetfulness and does not return
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Ah, change the words, better not to swear
Wrong promises
Change the words
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Maybe it's not love
Holy colors
