My first song was made
With Marta's kisses
And my way of loving her
With the wisdom of MarÃÂa
And the memory of Almudena
So languid and long-suffering
My first song was a lie
It was a corner piece
Where one day I said goodbye
Bea was always a secret
I never knew how to tell it in time, no
For me it was the first
The most beautiful melody
For being a prisoner rose
That when I touched it it died
That when it came out of my mouth
They kissed my lips well
The grateful phrases
My first song
I discovered that when you sing
You are only drawing with words
It was a verse dedicated
To the softness of Yolanda's hair
It was a dream and a year prayer
It was a shield and it was a spear
Give everything asking for nothing
Give everything asking for nothing
Spill your soul on the ground
Touch the fire without asking yourself
Yes the flame can burn you
For me it was the first
The most beautiful melody
Because it is a prisoner rose
That when touched it would die
That when it came out of my mouth
They kissed my lips well
The grateful phrases
My first song

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