Viejo Cuento

Started rocking us the sea
The world was sleeping, now
On a bench I found the tale
With which you laugh, love, and cry

All these cold years
Under the shelter of a greeting
We believed in something weird
That still rests silent today
That still rests
Rests silent

The silhouette that the Sun drew
Brought a void of shadows
The silhouette that the Sun drew
Revealed so many things

Some nights at 11
It leaves the port by train
A dream wearing a cap
And waving it to never return

But this old story
Has a blank page
One that speaks of you
The one that makes you cry so much

The one that makes you cry so much
The silhouette that the Sun drew
Brought a void of shadows
And upon the return of the flowers, I
My calm stopped being alone