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I leave playing at dawn
A few pesos, a thousand stories to tell
The sun has glasses this morning
Filigrees that draw the city
I get lost among the people I think of you
br/>Bogotá tells me that you are here
Part of the air
Of memories
Of those kisses that were born from winter
I close my eyes and in a hurry
I I am once again the master and lord of your smile
I sleep in your hair
And little by little
A poor madman is waking up from his sleep
I get lost among the people I think of you
And I understand that my love you are not here
I breathe again under the afternoon
Some magic that helps me get up
I make food and your songs
My guitar and back to work
I get lost among the people I think of you
And I feel that your voice is still there
Part of the air
Of memories
Of those kisses that left in winter
I cross space and in a hurry
I am once again the master and lord of your caresses
I travel in your hair
And little by little
A poor crazy man is landing from his dream
I get lost among the people I think of you
And I understand that my love you are not here