Canción Nocturna
He descubrido debajo de mis sabanas
Soplando velas, es mi pasatiempo ideal
Para arrancar un ratito de esta casa
Que no es realmente mi casa
No es realmente mi cama
No son realmente mis ideas
Son heredadas, malcriadas
Quisiera arrancarme la voz
Con tal de poder escapar de aquí
Pero, pero
Que fome sería una vida sin cantar
Que fome sería una vida sin gritar
Soplando velas, es mi pasatiempo ideal
Para arrancar un ratito de esta casa
Que no es realmente mi casa
No es realmente mi cama
No son realmente mis ideas
Son heredadas, malcriadas
Quisiera arrancarme la voz
Con tal de poder escapar de aquí
Pero, pero
Que fome sería una vida sin cantar
Que fome sería una vida sin gritar
Credits
Writer(s): Fabián Falso, Fabián Muñoz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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