Soda Stereo
de musica ligera
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She slept in the heat of the masses
And I woke up wanting to dream of her
Some time ago I thought about writing to her
That I never got around to © the traps of love
Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
I will not send him ashes of roses
Nor do I intend to avoid a secret touch
Of that love
Of light music
Nothing frees us
Nothing else remains
Of that love
Of light music
Nothing It frees us
Nothing more remains
Nothing more remains
Nothing more remains
Nothing more remains
Nothing more remains