Where go the lights that do not sleep
And the words that never made it to paper
They are hopelessly lost, they bloom in secret
In the painted sky of any sunset
Dá Where all the feelings go
When suddenly a heart hurts
They escape through the back away from anyone's eyes
Or they are left alone forever in a corner
Give Where do the kisses that we forget once go? Where are the hidden marks on your skin? Where do your dreams go, I want to be the owner ±o
The most precious treasure will be kept
Where do the warm hours of dawn go
Where do the hands go if they do not caress the skin
Where the shadows go at night
And the voices that are never heard
They waste time, they mix with the wind
And they let it take them on a journey without end
Where the melodies go
If in your soul there is no place for them
Where the words sleep
Until the sun comes to wake them up
Where the warm hours of dawn go
Where the hands go if they don't caress the skin
Look, look where your feelings go
Where those warm hours of dawn go