Pasado Imperfecto
India Martinez
Imperfect Past
We look at life from afar
Afraid to live in the game
The game, that clouds the heart
We go down the hill of desire
Silencing the voice of I can't
I can't, with this indecision
Let's stop all this nonsense
I want a life, a love without brakes
But you'll tell me crying inside
That you don't feel anything anymore, that it's not the right time
But you'll tell me screaming the memory
That we are an imperfect past
Anchored in the middle point
My kiss, my wind
I invent promises without your mouth
That are rocks, a broken moon that provokes me
I want a life, a love without brakes
But you'll tell me crying inside
That you don't feel anything anymore, that it's not the right time
But you'll tell me screaming the memory
That we are an imperfect past
But you'll tell me
But you'll tell me
But you'll tell me crying
But you'll tell me and you don't feel anything
But you'll tell me crying
That you don't feel anything
And you don't feel anything
