Christina Rosenvinge - Cerrado

Sábado

Aquí casi es verano,
he dejado de fumar, oigo tus discos.
Aún siento tus manos
cada vez que miro atrás todo es distinto.

Quemé toda la casa
tratando de encender al chico suave.
Ya no queda nada
y mis uñas las corté, no araño a nadie.

Sábado,
es imposible no pensar en ti.
Sábado,
es imposible no pensar en ti.

Creí que éramos fuertes
hasta que te volví a mirar con más cuidado.
Vi trampas abiertas
en tus ojos de animal acorralado.

Sábado,
es imposible no pensar en ti.
Sábado,
es imposible no pensar en ti.
Sábado,
es imposible no, no, no pensar en ti,
pensar en ti ...
pensar en ti ...
pensar en ti ...

Son tus manos,
son tus manos,
son tus manos,
son tus manos ...

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Writer(s): Christina Rosenvinge
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