vez Tengo que luchar conmigo [Coro] Vivo en peligro Y otra vez corro por la linea de fuego Me besas y caigo en tu juego Peligro de caer En tu voz
otra vez tengo que luchar contigo vivo en peligro y otra vez corro por la linea de fuego me besas caigo en tu juego peligro de caer en tu voz estoy
: Un millon de emociones solo dos corazones y una vida que compartir. Fueron cinco segundos y cambiaste mi mundo, faltan miles de historias para escribir
: Nunca imagine encontrarme aqui Despidiendome de ti No me digas por favor Que olvidar sera mejor Viviras por siempre en mis recuerdos Pero tiemblo
Lejos de ti me perdi La realidad yo jamas la vi Todo me da, me da igual Igual a nada Mi corazon se agito Primera vez que me paso Pero despues nada fue
Un millon de emociones solo dos corazones y una vida que compartir. Fueron cinco segundos y cambiaste mi mundo, faltan miles de historias para escribir
Nunca imagine encontrarme aqui Despidiendome de ti No me digas por favor Que olvidar sera mejor Viviras por siempre en mis recuerdos Pero tiemblo solo
I wrote a song about war, the kind that lives in your head. I found a place I can sit, a place where everyday light hits. Like the palm of your hand when
Preklad: Nebezpečné leto. Pre dosiahnutie The Sun.
Six long hours in my head, I watched people in cars. It made me feel like I'm living, I guess it's never that hard. Let's live outside of the city and
I drank the weekend to the ground, and you're in my arms. I kept my feelings to myself, and you weren't wearing much at all. It wasn't like me to move
It's two O'Clock and I was sleeping, but I'm not feeling great. I took some pills to help my thinking, but now I'm thinking worse. Well I was hoping
I gave my things away. I called the people that I only see on holidays. This next year's gonna burn a hole in me. I spent my weekdays in my car and
I set my words on the ground and I was grinding my teeth. I planted pieces of light to see if planets could speak. It took my mind by surprise when I
My heart woke up my head like a thunderstorm; a place where I can barely stand. I spent a winter without my air, but now I feel it in my chest. I'm just
I wrote a song about war, the kind that lives in your head. I found a place I can sit, a place where everyday light hits. Like the palm of your hand
