Dulce Locura
La Oreja de Van Gogh
Sweet Madness
Selling the inventory of memories
From the most beautiful story I've ever heard in life
Selling the script of the saddest
And most beautiful movie I've ever seen in life
Selling the chords, the brilliant melody
And the lyrics I will compose in life
Selling even the poster announcing
The premiere of the moment I will live in life
I understand that you left
And now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me
To want to live
Without your moon
Without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you and you vanish
Selling a worn-out camera
That captured the gaze I will record in life
Selling two expired tickets
That were second-row which I will break in life
Selling two seats reserved centuries ago
And now I realize I sat in life
Selling even the poster announcing
The premiere of the moment I will live in life
I understand that you left
And now I pay my sentence
But don't ask me
To want to live
Without your moon
Without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you
Without your moon
Without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey from which it never returns
I will climb every night to seek
Your moon on my rooftop
The memory of a hug
That still makes me shiver
Without your moon
Without your sun, without your sweet madness
I become small and tiny
The night dreams of you and mocks
I try to hug you
Without your moon
Without your sun, without your sweet madness
Crying like a rainy day
My soul takes off and looks for you
On a journey from which it will never return
