De repente, llega la cálida noche...
pero tu no estas. Te extraño, hecho de menos tus caricias, tus
besos, tu sonrisa... tu dulce mirada.
Y la noche que fue amable conmigo, se convierte
en
enemiga.
La sirena que fue vista de noche, se
arropo y no quiso salir. Ella quiere sentir tu calor, pero la noche
fría y la distancia no le dejan.
Suddenly, the warm night comes ... but you are not here. I miss you, I miss your touch, your kisses, your smile ... your sweet gaze. And the night that was kind becomes my enemy. The siren that was seen at night, has been clothed and does not want to leave. He wants to feel your warmth but the cold night and distance do not let him.
Suddenly, the warm night comes ... but you are not here. I miss you, I miss your touch, your kisses, your smile ... your sweet gaze. And the night that was kind becomes my enemy. The siren that was seen at night, has been clothed and does not want to leave. He wants to feel your warmth but the cold night and distance do not let him.
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