Idioma Origen:
In a room of an old hotel
winter falls
ashen cold on this bed
smoke and cigarrettes
but you...
In a room at the edge of the world
night falls
tears run down these windows
while the city starts to shine outside
but you...
You, you will never be mine
you, far away from this night
you, breathing still on my mouth
you, kissing me in the dark...
In a room of a lost hotel
letting go
memories with the rain
while goodbyes are falling on my bed
'cause you...
You, you will never be mine...
In the room...
that you left,
nothing's mine but this pain,
cold and true
like a room in a old hotel...
Idioma Destino:
In a room of an old hotel
winter falls
ashen cold on this bed
smoke and cigarrettes
but you...
In a room at the edge of the world
night falls
tears run down these windows
while the city starts to shine outside
but you...
You, you will never be mine
you, far away from this night
you, breathing still on my mouth
you, kissing me in the dark...
In a room of a lost hotel
letting go
memories with the rain
while goodbyes are falling on my bed
'cause you...
You, you will never be mine...
In the room...
that you left,
nothing's mine but this pain,
cold and true
like a room in a old hotel...