la luna de atrezo
La falsa luna enclenque
Desciende de su trono oxidado
Presume de tristeza
Solo es su cartón que está empapado
Consiente en hacer fuego
Tal vez con las yemas de tus dedos
Y sin embargo teme
Tu voz cuando miente entre los sueños
Cosida al mar de tu voz presume de su cantar
Cosida al mar de tu voz
Destronada tu voz no suena tan mal
Tu voz no suena tan mal
Alrededor dibuja con tu voz
Destronada
Cosida al mar de tu voz
Destronada.
Desciende de su trono oxidado
Presume de tristeza
Solo es su cartón que está empapado
Consiente en hacer fuego
Tal vez con las yemas de tus dedos
Y sin embargo teme
Tu voz cuando miente entre los sueños
Cosida al mar de tu voz presume de su cantar
Cosida al mar de tu voz
Destronada tu voz no suena tan mal
Tu voz no suena tan mal
Alrededor dibuja con tu voz
Destronada
Cosida al mar de tu voz
Destronada.
Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Sánchez Fransesch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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