LYRICS GAME

I sell the inventory of memories

Of the prettiest story

That I ever heard in my life

I sell the script of the saddest and the most beautiful film

That I could ever see in my life

I sell the chords, the brilliant melody, and the lyrics

That I will ever compose in my life

I even sell the poster that announces

The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life

I understand that you left and now I pay my sentence

But don't ask me that I want to live

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness

I become small and petite

The night dreams of you and mocks

I try to hug you and you shield yourself

I sell a worn-out camera that captured the gaze

That I will ever record in my life

I sell two expired tickets

That were from the second row

That I will break in my life

I sell two seats reserved centuries ago

And now I realize that in my life I sat

I even sell the poster that announces

The premiere of the moment that I will live in my life

I understand that you left and now I pay my sentence

But don't ask me that I want to live

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness

I become small and petite

The night dreams of you and mocks

I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness

Crying like a rainy day

My soul takes off and looks for you

On a trip that never returns

I will climb every night to look

For your moon on my rooftop

The memory of a hug

That still makes me shiver

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness

I become small and petite

The night dreams of you and mocks, I try to hug you

Without your moon, without your sun, without your sweet madness

Crying like a rainy day

My soul takes off and looks for you

On a trip that never

Will return