Lo Que Sangra (La Cúpula)
Translator: Andrei Cunha
yoku aru type no
koibito wa
tsumaranai jinx wo
gatsuideru mono na no
tatoeba trump no
uranai ya fukitsu na
kuro-neko ni itsudemo
obieteru mono na no
yoku aru type no
koibito wa
tsumaranai jinx wo
gatsuideru mono na no
watashi mo
sô na no
demo yoku aru type no
koibito wa
tsumaranai jinx wo
gatsuideru mono na no
tatoeba watashi no
kareshi mo
sô na no
jinx wa taitei
tawai nai
mono da kedo
watashi no kareshi nante
me wo akete kiss suru t
Breakfast
Cold September morn, I was reborn
The sundays crashed through my front door
From my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
I ask you If I could wish upon your kisses
Cold November night, no end in sight
The letters file behind the door
Find my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
Sometimes you could be the words
She'd be the tune
And Sometimes I can't help falling down
Sometimes I can't help falling down
Sometimes I can't help falling down
Sometimes I can't help falling down
Cold September morn, I was reborn
The sundays crashed through my front door
Found my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
I ask you If I could fly upon your silence
Sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down
If I could fly upon your silence
Sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down
And sometimes I can't help falling down