Mi Primera Canción (ingles)

Mi Primera Canción (ingles)
My first song
My first song was made
with the minx kisses
and my form of wanting it,
with the maría wisdom
and the memory of Almudena
so languid and suffering.
my first song was lie
it was a piece of the corner
where one day I said good-bye.
see it was always a secret
I never knew how to tell him on time, not
For me it was the first one
the most beautiful melody
to be pink prisoner
that when playing it he/she died
that when being left my mouth they kissed well my lips,
the grateful sentences...
my first song
I discovered that when you sing
you are only drawing with words,
it was a dedicated verse
to the soft of the hair
of Yolanda.
it was dream and nostalgia,
it was shield and era rushes.
to give everything requesting anything,
to give everything requesting anything,
to spill in the floor the soul.
to play the fire without wondering
if the flame can burn.
For me it was the first one
the most beautiful melody
to be pink prisoner
that when playing it he/she died
that when being left my mouth they kissed well my lips,
the grateful sentences...
my first song