“Goodbye Love (Live at the Teatro Real / 2015): Lyrics, FAQs, and More”

To the vintage dwells, dwells, dwells.
At the vintage I’m going to najá,
To collect four doubloons,
That I don’t miss you (bis)

You passed through my thresholds
And the night became day.
You would die to see me
And now I’m the one who dies
The twists and turns of life.

you were satisfied with seeing me
And not always in your mouth.
My great fatigues,
The most unhappy in this world
He is living better than me.

I pity, poor of the poor
And poor thing that falls asleep.
With love you have to be alert
Otherwise the current takes them.
To the revolver (bis)
Good thoughts come to you
And that you love me again.
Enter good thoughts and
And that you love me again.

He lets himself be carried away by the dream of a few kisses.
Morá tunic and a handkerchief on the face.
Owner of a sultan of velvet mosques.
He has tattooed the stars and the winds,
He lives chained to the desert sands.
Owner of a sultan of velvet mosques.

Writer(s): José Luis Figuereo Franco
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