Bolero de Balcón
Un tango duerme en el atril
Poemas bañados en carmin
Sangraron los años sin verte vivir
El sepia se vuelve real
Y no entiendo si soy inmortal
Que haria si tus colores
No pintaran mi jardin
El vino que vi en aquel bar
No pudo no hacerme pensar
En todo lo que se borra
Si no estas aca
El sepia se vuelve real
Y no entiendo si soy inmortal
Que hari'a si tus colores no pintaran mi jardin
Poemas bañados en carmin
Sangraron los años sin verte vivir
El sepia se vuelve real
Y no entiendo si soy inmortal
Que haria si tus colores
No pintaran mi jardin
El vino que vi en aquel bar
No pudo no hacerme pensar
En todo lo que se borra
Si no estas aca
El sepia se vuelve real
Y no entiendo si soy inmortal
Que hari'a si tus colores no pintaran mi jardin
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Writer(s): Felipe Bally Wright, Lucía Flechter, Martín Barroso, Valentín Domínguez
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