Mi Pobre Final
La Trampa
My Poor Ending
All my kisses from your skin will fly away
And the words you said I will hear
I will walk through the whole city
To forget my name if you leave
Like a madman against the wind that takes away your warmth
Mad and lost, wounded by death will be my poor ending
It's never a game to hurt
Your caresses will be erased from my skin
And I will lie about breathing your perfume
I will keep getting lost with each step
Repeating your name if you leave
Like a madman against the wind that takes away your warmth
Mad and lost, wounded by death will be my poor ending
My shadow, if you leave, will follow you to watch your kisses
My shadow, if you leave, will rest to write my verses
If you leave, if you leave
It will be my poor ending
