Ave de Paso
Pablo Alborán
Passing Bird
One of lime and one of sand
Bites all my full moon
One day wants me to stay
Another forgets what it feels
From shore to shore
From kiss to kiss
Like a slow fire I am preparing my shipwreck
With this goodbye my last drink
It's not doing me good
I'm not like before, I even lack air
I prefer to be a passing bird
Fly over the sky before sunset
Than beg for love where there is no heart
That never brings good luck
Day and night I dream of your kisses, but anger wants you far away
Damn habit of destroying my life
How complicated it is to take care of what was
I know your memory threatens me
I have the cure for the poison
Because now I believe what I see
What's on the outside is worse on the inside
It's not doing me good
I'm not like before, I even lack air
I prefer to be a passing bird, fly over the sky before sunset
Than beg for love where there is no heart
That never brings good luck
No matter what I tell you, the wound will continue
No matter how much I explain, you always punish us
What kind of love is that? Either you leave or you stay
I prefer to be a passing bird, fly over the sky before sunset
Than beg for love where there is no heart
That never brings good luck
