Pedazo de Papel (feat. EMI)

Somewhere there is a piece of paper left
Where I was writing you a song
I'll have to start over and remember
Every word that I forgot to say hidden

In some corner of your mystery I found myself
With your black hair divided in two
A fleeting gift that the night offered me
To long for the reflection of your river under the Sun

Looking for the notes of that melody
Of that brief moment when I peeked
From the window of my house just to see your world

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot

Weeks go by and every memory
Becomes part of a song
In some poorly scribbled words on a bus

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot

I return to my memory there is still time in the brush
Between blank pages to write
I see again the tone of your skin
Drawn in the reflections of dawn

Somewhere there is a piece of paper left
Two perfumes, a thousand paths, and a flower
Chance petals that the southern wind snatched from me
To daydream with you

Looking for the notes of that melody
Of that brief moment when I peeked
From the window of my house just to see your world

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot

Weeks go by and every memory
Becomes part of a song
In some poorly scribbled words on a bus

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot

Weeks go by and every memory
Becomes part of a song
In some poorly scribbled words on a bus

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot

In some notebook where I kept you
Where I drew your voice
And something else that I forgot