La Vez Primera
Vanesa Martín
The First Time
In the first time of a love
Heartbroken
In the epicenter of a yesterday
That woke up
The best memory
My best version
I keep preserving
What tore me apart
The hurricane left
And I remained
Who knows about the soul
Never takes for granted
Who seeks refuge
Is because they fell
It was their mouth for my freedom
When the river began to sound to me
I was already swimming inside
So much life left in my eyes
How much love to evict
The palm trees are going to split
The wind runs cleaning the streets
The echo is heard as the shops open in Paris
I had what was never a lie
The uncontrolled passion of a winter yet to come
How happy I was that morning
What madness spelled out by my desire to feel
In the farewell, they looked at me
Without ties
We didn't need to understand what happened
In black and white, their hands searched
For the strength with which they woke me up
And on my back, their breath remained
So much life left in my eyes
How much love to evict
The palm trees are going to split
The wind runs cleaning the streets
The echo is heard as the shops open in Paris
I had what was never a lie
The uncontrolled passion of a winter yet to come
How happy I was that morning
What madness spelled out by my desire
So much life left in my eyes
How much love to evict
The palm trees are going to split
The wind runs cleaning the streets
The echo is heard as the shops open in Paris
I had what was never a lie
The uncontrolled passion of a winter yet to come
How happy I was that morning
What madness spelled out by my desire to feel
How happy I was that morning
What madness spelled out by my desire to feel