Bailando Con Tu Sombra

Who could love you like I love you, my love
who asked who could love you like I do
you always said it and tied me to your skin
with bouquets of kisses we listened to fall
on the zinc roofs
autumn rain in April

t I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
of broken guitar of rusty carousel
there poor alyssum of me

I undressed you to see what the sea was like
and the sea tangled with my desires to fly
we went so far that we forgot to return
the blind angel of dawn brought us
and lay at your feet
like a Siamese kitten

I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
of broken guitar of rusty carousel
there poor alyssum of me

tonight I want us to dance again
the song that the wind sang to us yesterday
hell will know how to accept
that I dance in my cell with your shadow non-stop
how could I kill
the one who made me dream

I have that Sunday nostalgia for rain
of broken guitar of rusty carousel
there poor alyssum of me