22 de Septiembre 2007
The last day of Summer
La manera más fácil de perder algo es quererlo demasiado.
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Nothing I am.
Nothing I dream.
Nothing is new.
Nothing I think or believe in or say.
Nothing is true.
It used to be so easy.
I never even tried.
Yeah, it used to be so easy...
But the last day of summer never felt so cold.
The last day of summer never felt so old.
Never felt so...
All that I have.
All that I hold.
All that is wrong.
All that I feel for or trust in or love.
All that is gone.
It used to be so easy.
I never even tried.
Yeah, it used to be so easy...
But the last day of summer never felt so cold.
The last day of summer never felt so old.
The last day of summer never felt so cold.
Never felt so...
The last day of Summer. Septiembre 2007.
Los gestos románticos son raros.
Son tiempos modernos
que se burlan de lo tierno
y se distancian de lo eterno.
Acostumbraos, sufrid por ello.
Yo fui creado en el destello
de un amor forjado desde lo más bello.