El 28
La Oreja de Van Gogh
The 28th
The 28th arrives late
Nervously I look at the clock,
the rain starts with me
on a sunny day,
in the distance appears
the memory of a love,
he doesn't see me, walks
absent, long gone.
I started to remember.
And I walked
through my mind and found,
that corner I left you,
where I keep
the moments I didn't forget.
I relive that night when
we forgot everything else,
the sky turned red in the sun
we saw it yawn,
it's lost among the people,
I'm lost too,
the 28th has already gone
the memory of a yesterday.
I started to remember
And I walked
through my mind and found,
that corner I left you,
where I keep the moments
I didn't forget.
If I want to know, if you too,
remember something from that café,
sometimes I wait without understanding,
why.
And I walked
through my mind and found,
that corner I left you,
where I keep the moments
I didn't forget.
