Ana Torroja el arte de llorar

He cries and the silence is broken in a why
He cries for loving at the wrong time on a piece of paper,
today I will find the enormous distance to reach
crying my heart I will speak to him.
Crossing his fingers behind him,
he throws himself into the void with the music,
singing his life to the beat,
with all that magic that was unique.
He cries With the calm that reason shows,
he cries the colors of the painting of love,
he cries for me, when he cries to say
that when he cries it is because he feels that it is for you.
Crossing his fingers behind,
he throws himself into the void with the music,
singing his life to the beat,
with all that magic that was unique.
Crossing his fingers behind him,
he throws himself into the void with the music,
singing his life to the beat,
with all that magic that was unique.
Crossing his fingers behind him,
he throws himself into the void with the music,
singing his life to the beat,
with all that magic that was unique.