Historia de Una Hache Que No Quería Ser Muda
Love of Lesbian
Story of a 'H' That Didn't Want to Be Mute
It was six and you were still talking
While I remained silent once again
Unable to convey to you
I preferred to act that way
While you were talking, without thinking it through
I opened the umbrella at your feet
And it's because while you were talking to me
The city was flooding
So many things happened
Only I could see them
I remember telling you
I'm a strange case
So easy and so simple
And I don't know how to express it
Only my clock screams
It goes tick, tock, tick, tock
What else can I tell you without speaking
It was six and you were still talking
