Como El Viento
Las Pelotas
Like the Wind
If I wanted to be like the wind
Tearing everything as I pass
The messages wouldn't arrive
Maybe we should talk
How long has it been since you laughed?
How much of that nectar can there be?
Things tend to take shape
Maybe that's what we should do
Floating through the air
The cups are not visible
The hours that don't pass anymore
The days that are yet to come
Daring to see what's happening to you
Wisely you can learn
The one who is nowhere
What can he lose?
Floating through the air
The cups are not visible
The hours that don't pass anymore
The days that are yet to come
