No te vayas, ¡por favor!
Piero
Don't go, please!
Don't go, please!
I have so much to tell you.
I grew up with the moon
In the hallway of my street.
When I breathe in the autumn
And have April on my skin
I keep the years and miss them;
I miss you, I miss you.
If I knew myself in you
Like embracing each other.
I would give you
The last kiss
And then
I would start missing you;
Missing.
Don't go, please!
I have so much to tell you.
I keep the years and miss
When you left in the afternoon.
If I knew myself in you
Like embracing each other.
I would give you
The last kiss
And then
I would start missing you;
Missing.
Don't go, please!
Don't go.
