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La Oreja de Van Gogh
Turning One Year Younger
It's my birthday again and there will be two plates on my table
Even though I know this time you won't come
I just want as a gift to turn the calendar back
So these years go backwards
I would turn one year younger and when blowing I would set fire
To the candles you put on the cake
After winter comes autumn after September comes August
And tomorrow will be a little more yesterday
Why do I need words if I don't sing to you anymore
Why do I need my lips if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
We would go back to the happiest day of our lives
And it would be the first time again
Every tear that fell would return to my eyes
On the urgent paper telegram
The news would tell that the bullets returned
To those guns that aimed to kill
The voices that dissented would come back to life
And with them a bit more freedom
Why do I need words if I don't sing to you anymore
Why do I need my lips if I lost your kisses
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
And why do I need the air if your breath is not here
Why do I need my hands if they don't touch you
I don't want my springs if your violets don't grow
From today I will grow until I was born
I will grow until I was born
From today I will grow until I was born
I will grow until I was born
