Que Será
Ráfaga
What Will Be
What will be of me
What will be
I stayed without you, in loneliness
How am I supposed to go on without thinking
That I already lost you
And you won't come back
What will be of me
What will be
I seek your warmth
In the darkness
You left from here
Without mercy
Without thinking of me and without crying
Who will be the spring on your bed
Who will be your sweetness on your soul
Who will be the tenderness of your mornings
Who will be your torment, will be your bed.
What will be of me
What will be
I seek your warmth
In the darkness
You left from here
Without thinking
Without thinking of me and without crying
Who will be the spring on your bed
Who will be your sweetness on your soul
Who will be the tenderness of your mornings
Who will be your torment, will be your bed.
