Sin rendirte


Mantén tu posición firme

No desvíeles la rueda del ronquido perdido

Por qué si permites que suceda

Desvanecerán los campos de flores

Y no habrá jamás semilla que sembrar

Veo el reloj

Son las 3:30 de la mañana

Como quisiera escuchar los latidos de tu corazón

Mi alma esta prendida a ti como una sanguijuela sedienta

Sigue manteniendo tu posición firme

Y nunca te des por vencido

Qué el monte al final del camino se moverá al obtener un beso tuyo.

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