La Melodia de Dios

All the mornings of the world
And this cheap anguish
The clock that threatens and delays
And the lack you do in the house

Everything you don't say
Because it's hurting you
In the name of my disappointment
At night I miss you, I miss you

I live as always disarmed on me

With you it's November 4 every half hour
I will delay the hours, hours, hours
May something frees you from accompanying sorrows
When you feel alone, alone alone

All your bedside table
Carries the color of your essence
The mornings demand mercy
The catastrophe that caused your absence

When my soul is freed
From your enchanting eyes
When the cold doesn't get so cold
Scary Sundays and Thursdays

I live as always disarmed on me
I will look for some Sun there

With you it's November 4 every half hour
I will delay the hours, hours, hours
May something frees you from accompanying sorrows
When you feel alone, alone, alone

When you miss me this fall and your watercolors
Fade by themselves, all, all, all
I don't want anything else without you, I don't want to be alone
I don't want Barcelona, she said hello

With you it's November 4 every half hour
I will delay the hours, hours, hours
May something frees you from accompanying sorrows
When you feel alone, alone, alone

When you miss me this fall and your watercolors
Fade by themselves, all, all, all
I don't want anything else without you, I don't want to be alone
I don't want Barcelona, she said hello

I will delay the hours, hours, hours
(I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours)
I will delay the hours, hours, hours
(I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours)
I will delay the hours, hours, hours
(I will delay the hours, I will delay the hours)
I will delay the hours, hours, hours