Estopa Corazón Sin Salida Lyrics English Translation
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you got too close so many times
That I have stayed a little bit of your shadow
You know what drives me crazy the most
And that I die when your lips name me
We learned to dream the same dream
that is fading every day
And the days, in the winter are smaller
But there's still a lot of autumn left
And we're running out of time
From the one that no longer exists yesterday
And we don't have a moment to spare
impossible to go back
Every time I look up
This dead end heart
You want to get out of so much waiting
Just a drop of your saliva
What gives me the forbidden recipe
It tastes like glory to me even if it's a namás
namas, namas, namas, namas, namas, namas
You got too close and told me
So many things I would never remember
I told you: Che, how good that you came!
Let's go together to the garden of joy
We learned to cross the street together
And to live without thieves or police
When you go up the mountain comes a valley
And after the boredom, the fantasy
And we're running out of time
From the one that no longer exists yesterday
And we don't have a moment to spare
impossible to go back
Every time I look up
This dead end heart
You want to get out of waiting so much (This dead-end heart)
Just a drop of your saliva
What gives me the forbidden recipe
It tastes like glory to me even if it's a namás
namas, namas, namas
And we're running out of time
From the one that no longer exists yesterday
And we don't have a moment to spare
impossible to go back
Every time I look up
This dead end heart
You want to get out of waiting so much (This dead-end heart)
Just a drop of your saliva
What gives me the forbidden recipe
It tastes like glory to me even if it's a namás
namas, namas, namas
Every time I look up
This dead end heart
You want to get out of waiting so much (This dead-end heart)
Just a drop of your saliva
What gives me the forbidden recipe
It tastes like glory to me even if it's a namás
namas, namas, namas, namas, namas, namas
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