He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Quizás, Quizás, Quizás
He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Quizás, Quizás, Quizás
Dad left me with burning dreams
Mom left me eyes to find you