Tierra del Rey
Y hoy puede ser si no estas tan lejos
Mis manos sin piel y pega el encierro
El hombre será del color de sus huesos
No debe pesar estar atado al juego
Cuando las arenas mientan, mañanas de brujo.
Todo pertenece hasta tu don,
A esos reyes tan lejanos.
Tan forasteros como yo.
Mis manos sin piel y pega el encierro
El hombre será del color de sus huesos
No debe pesar estar atado al juego
Cuando las arenas mientan, mañanas de brujo.
Todo pertenece hasta tu don,
A esos reyes tan lejanos.
Tan forasteros como yo.
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Manuel Diaz, Gustavo Daniel Bianchi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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