Horas vacías
Sebastian Mendoza
Empty Hours
How are you, if you come or where you are going
to know about you has become a necessity,
waking up, the fear and my loneliness,
telling my pillow that maybe
tomorrow you will return and here...
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.
love, that once hurt you,
leaving your heart so cold, announces its arrival
on your skin, the fear of the illusion of being happy,
and I, who is so weak in front of you, get lost in your gaze and here...
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.
The hours that don't pass, the memory of an endless night.
And a song that speaks of love for you.
