Aquí
No encontré mis manos de abril
del juego que va a extinguir
las hojas de mí, aquí.
Ya corté las flores de añil
del cielo que vierte en mí
pudor del jazmín, aquí.
Ven a ver,
el circo es aquí.
No hay precio
cuando hay un fin,
que tarda en venir, aquí.
del juego que va a extinguir
las hojas de mí, aquí.
Ya corté las flores de añil
del cielo que vierte en mí
pudor del jazmín, aquí.
Ven a ver,
el circo es aquí.
No hay precio
cuando hay un fin,
que tarda en venir, aquí.
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Márquez Zacarías
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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