Delgadillo Fernando
Deviations from the Informal Song
Things and Words
One day I was counting on my fingers
Apart from a call
Some memories and so much desire
To look inside me
But when I came face to face
With the voice that would be tied
Little more than many other guys like me
It made me think that there was only one
/>That I was waiting for my steps
Meanwhile a window
I almost came to remorse
For finding myself so light
And counting between my fingers what you give
The bad in everything I just know how you give it
How I miss you, love
What am I going to do without you?
What am I going to do when the rain makes me scream?
When I leave of getting tired of the routine of being late
Here in my body as exposed as I feel
Morning and dawn without your hair to the pillow
It's cold and not to mention my skin
He doesn't lament more in me
Because he can't make me feel more pain
And I feel it, yes sir
I had a gray mood
Whistling in the wind at the window
br/>A tipi tipi that I wanted to chat in the rain
Two weeks of getting tired of a life ahead of me
And your memory, how I remember
How the I want to repeat the reason louder
And the feeling, and finally
They are just things and words
To find that today I am just a subject
That no longer dreams with being your dream

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