Angelito Tu Abuela - Sin Nada en la Memoria

Sin Nada en la Memoria

Como odiaba su vino, como odiaba su vino
Como odiaba, su vino
A veces derramaba
Gotas sobre el mantel
Y dejaba grandes manchas doradas
Como odiaba su vino
Sábados y domingos
Volvía más allá de la una
Cantando un valsecito
Y yo me tapaba la cabeza con la almohada
Como odiaba su vino
Como odiaba su vino pero
Por el día porque aún hoy
Iría al almacén y me sentaría en ronda
Con mi vino
Para volver como el volvía
Sin nada en la memoria
Tambaleando
Sin nada en la memoria
Tambaleando
Sin nada en la memoria

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Writer(s): Glauce Baldovin, Rodolfo Martín D’agnese
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