We left so many dreams on the edge of the mattress
We left melodies along with the emotion
We fought so many duels behind that wall
I carry the fringe of a sigh and a goodbye tied

No one calls here anymore, not a voice is heard
The furniture and the silence crowd the living room
I suppress the caresses and the pleas
And I write on a sign that I hang on the balcony: "for sale"

A new soul, unused, for sale
I surrender my lead soldiers
I burn my ships in your womb furnished with pain

Sell the cloud of your soul so it can invent
I give up my conquests and my forts
The doubts go to the green bin
And the soul is sewn to our goodbye

Words and the television mix
The neighbors report the atrocious silence
The echoes bounced for the last time
I tear the reflections from the glass of God

Your flames went out and I burn myself
I can't find the way out into your love
Erase our names from the mailbox
And write on a sign to hang on the balcony: "for sale"

A new soul, unused, for sale
I surrender my lead soldiers
I burn my ships in your womb, I give you my helm

Sell the cloud of your soul so it can invent
The dreams, the promises, the earrings
The doubts go to the green bin
And the soul is sewn to the pants

Why don't you sweep away what's left of your heart
Why don't you keep what is worth more
And make me a copy of the key to the gate
I leave you a space in my memory to come
I write you on a list that has no end
I set aside the moments you want, I
I am here to take care of the place of love

A new soul, unused, for sale
I surrender my lead soldiers
I burn my ships in your womb
I give you to the duvet

Sell the cloud of your soul so it can invent
The dreams, the promises, the earrings
The doubts go to the green bin
And the soul is sewn to my pain

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