La casa

Jovenes Pordioseros

The House

The house has become sad
No flowers in your garden
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you
The soft perfume of your skin
Remains impregnated in our bed
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you
The house has become sad
No flowers in your garden
I don't know how I'll forget you
If everything reminds me of you

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