Tres lunares
Héroes Del Silencio
Three Moles
It was her silhouette every night at the window,
a fantasy turned into reality
in the ceremony before sleeping she would prepare
some gymnastics to be in great shape.
Then the pajamas would end in a show,
sometimes my conscience would hit me
that was already an addiction,
I could never speak to her when I was close
nor know her name nor she my addiction,
today that she has left I live a prisoner of that angelic vision.
You were never with me and I remember your three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed I could find those three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could devour.
And if she appeared in front of your window, please, call me at this address
don't try to look at her, do as I say,
moles draw attention.
You were never with me and I remember your three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed I could find those three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could devour.
I remember well her silhouette in front of my window behind her balcony
in the ceremony before sleeping
You were never with me and I remember your three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could bite.
Even with my eyes closed I could find those three moles
the one on your knee, the one on your cheek, and the one only I could devour.
It would take me a lifetime to forget those three moles...
