Lo Hermoso Que Fue

This song of mine
I want to dedicate to you
This song of mine
I’m writing it in that bar
This song of mine
Just helps me come alive
How beautiful it was, how beautiful it was

When the day starts
I have to get up
When the day starts
I don’t know what to have for breakfast
When the day starts
Even the street sweeper can tell
How beautiful it was, how beautiful it was

My bed is cold
I can’t warm it up
My bed is cold
And who’s gonna take your place?
My bed is cold
I’d rather be alone and savor
How beautiful it was, how beautiful it was