Aguas Tónicas - Disco Gris

Calógero

Ya puedo oír tu voz recordandoté
En el banco aquel, solitario

Lagunas y árboles sobre el papel
Tu ojo todo ve, hasta lo más normal

Bromuro de plata y óleo también
Es tu proceder, siempre ético

Son ocho años, quizás un poco más
Y volviste acá, este es tu lugar

Quizás un poco gris pero es tu lugar
Es un páramo donde descansar
De tanta crueldad de otra gran ciudad
Otra tarde más de experimentar

Con tu soledad
Sin poder crecer
Sin poder crear
Sin poder comer
Sin poder dormir

Son solo ángeles que vienen acá
Te quieren cuidar de tu propia sed
Hasta el final

Credits
Writer(s): Mariano Conti, Damian Augusto Coco, Mauro Jose Cuffaro, Jorge Pedro Capriotti Corrente, Esteban Manino
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