Nº 1438

Un tema que ya tiene sus años, originalmente interpretado por una banda que lideré llamada Way Things Are. La letra original fue modificada ligeramente por la ocasión.


Why would the sun be warm
if our bodies are cold?
Hot ice, cold fire
your touch is shouting.

I see a great race
to escape of the end.
There's nowhere to run
that can fill the void.

Hot ice.

Your eyes, red in love,
made all of us burn.
Hot ice, cold fire
your touch is shouting.

Real gold is to feel
through all of the things.
Once I pictured a world
where we only grew.

Once I pictured a world
where we only grew
but there's nowhere to run
that can fill the void.

Real gold is to feel
through all of the things.
Once I pictured the world
where we only grew.

Cotton Tree

The Great Escape

Grabado y mezclado por: Jack Alegre
Guitarra: Ivan Dorin
Bajo y Voz: Cebra Púrpura
Synth: Jack Alegre
Composición: Cebra Púrpura 
Letra Ingles:
Waiting for my little soul,
moving me to everywhere.
Looking the absolution
for my heart.

Evil desires
that drift us away,
far from our home.
Every mistake
that I may have made
before of my comeback.

Far away of the people
that I appreciate.
When I can't see
is then when I can feel,
And I feel that
I love you.

Desires (Con los Campera Lunar)

Cebra-Purpura

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