Golpeando En El Mismo Lugar
Franco De Vita
Hitting In The Same Spot
You don't know how much I feel it
I must leave now
I know it's not the time, no
Just when I was starting
to get to know you a little more,
life separates us
And how many times will I miss you
only God will know
and I'll steal every second
that passes on my clock
and where will you be
how many times will I ask myself
And there you are hitting in the same spot
right in the center of my feelings
where reason was lost
and there it goes, again and again
once again naked with my back to the wall
hitting in the same spot
and my thoughts steal the last moment
between a rock and a hard place
and stronger each time but what bad luck
to hit in the same spot
and how many times will I miss you
only God will know
and I'll steal every second
that passes on my clock
and where will you be
how many times will I ask myself