El Aire
Siddhartha
The Air
The air
Almost split me in two
Almost turned me
Almost left
Your blood
That dries the tears
Almost makes me love again
Then, it goes away
Air
Before we leave
When saying goodbye
We must forget
Air
Before we leave
When saying goodbye
We must forget
Air
Before we leave
When saying goodbye
We must forget
Air
Before we leave
When saying goodbye
We must forget
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh-oh
Uoh oh-oh-oh
Uoh oh-oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh, oh-oh
Uoh oh-oh-oh
