A guitar alone for a symphony,
All the concerts in the world in your ringtone,
That excites me, think what a story
I never remember the names of the constellations
But I recognize by heart the light of the street lamps while they draw
Your profile when you are in the car at night next to me
And we return home, on this road of ours or we go around,
Suspended in a breath
The feeling of being safe even in the storm
And the melancholy that remains despite everything
That song,
That always seems to speak about us and we proceed uncertainly,
With our fists open or we walk around suspended in a breath
Like a second before seeing you,
A flash of life that enters my open eyes,
With your baggage of promises without words,
As if my whole life was in your name
Like that Saturday evening, when I didn't know you yet,
Then we were together,
Just like in fairy tales
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Just like in fairy tales
And in true stories
The sentry placed outside my heart,
Maybe he was just distracted and didn't see you come in, and Thank goodness
Think what you would have missed,
The most incredible sight of a man who,
He thought he was alone and then he met you
And now he has an empire and the entire universe
And you are my queen, noble peasant,
And we walk around, suspended in a breath,
Like the moment I kissed you,
With that taste of a freshly laundered morning,
With your baggage of wordless promises,
As if my whole future was in your name
Like that Saturday evening, when I didn't know you yet ,
And then we got together,
Just like in fairy tales and true stories
Just like in fairy tales and true stories
Just like in fairy tales and true stories
/>And in true stories
And in true stories

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