Tu Cabeza
Mira como se refleja
tu cabeza en la puerta,
mira cómo se derrama,
de tus manos, la grandeza.
Vienen por tus sueños,
gritan hoy por tu cabeza,
mírate mujer,
casi media muerta.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ya lo has decidido,
nadie puede detenerte,
ya lo has decidido,
esta noche huele a muerte.
Cuando llegue la mañana,
nadie más besará tu cara,
cuando llegue la mañana,
te habrás tirado por la ventana.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
tu cabeza en la puerta,
mira cómo se derrama,
de tus manos, la grandeza.
Vienen por tus sueños,
gritan hoy por tu cabeza,
mírate mujer,
casi media muerta.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ya lo has decidido,
nadie puede detenerte,
ya lo has decidido,
esta noche huele a muerte.
Cuando llegue la mañana,
nadie más besará tu cara,
cuando llegue la mañana,
te habrás tirado por la ventana.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Ay, amor,
ay, amor.
Credits
Writer(s): Rafael Montoya Patino
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