Elipses
Tras los espejos ríen las sombras
De los reflejos que solo ellas nombran
Dejas a cargo a ciudad velada
De su letargo bebe su nada
Cae, gira hacia el fin
Grita, grita hacia ti
Por las mañanas mueren tus carnes
Tocas ventanas, cierras la tarde
Corta un pedazo de prados verdes
Y en tu regazo velos perderse
Caes, giras, sin control
Muere, vuela
Y un bálsamo besa tus heridas abiertas
Una suave brisa
Desnúdate y deja caer tus pecados
Bajo la pálida luna
De los reflejos que solo ellas nombran
Dejas a cargo a ciudad velada
De su letargo bebe su nada
Cae, gira hacia el fin
Grita, grita hacia ti
Por las mañanas mueren tus carnes
Tocas ventanas, cierras la tarde
Corta un pedazo de prados verdes
Y en tu regazo velos perderse
Caes, giras, sin control
Muere, vuela
Y un bálsamo besa tus heridas abiertas
Una suave brisa
Desnúdate y deja caer tus pecados
Bajo la pálida luna
Credits
Writer(s): Marcos Coifman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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