De Música Ligera
Soda Stereo
Of Easy-listening Music
She slept
To the heat of the masses
And I woke up
Wanting to dream about her
Some time ago
I thought about writing to her
That I never avoided
The traps of love
Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
I will not send her
Ashes of roses
Nor do I intend to avoid
A secret touch
Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
Of that love
Of that easy-listening-music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
Nothing else
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
Nothing else remains
