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
