Concha Buika and Javier Limón live.
Emotion and beauty in bulk; it makes my hair stand on end, and as I am so hairy, I look like a hedgehog....:
In the twilight
Of this divine and dark night
On the tundra
That populates my soul always awake
A lament is heard as a prelude to the dead hours
Hours that pass with the agony of a slow death
Silence returns to dress my saint in gold
The memory of my grandmothers returns to make me strong in the wait
The records that taught me to adore music come back.
My father came back after twenty years
Oh if you came back
If you came back I'd dress you in gold my saint
I'd silence things so you could hear my desperate singing
If you came back I'd dress you in gold my saint
I would silence things so that you could hear my desperate song
If you came back I'd dress you in gold my saint
I'd silence things so you could hear my desperate song
If you came back I would dress you in gold my saint
Let the world stand still so that you could hear my desperate song...
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