Ricardo Montaner "Wounds of love" lyrics

Wounds of love

It passes the love, it passes pain, and it passes the bitternessIt passes what uneasy, it passes the train to the times, and to the times does not pass.

It passes that I count everything to youBecause the times pass that I do not say nothingE soon if you forget that I want you in such a wayIn such a way it is transferred…

The times pass that we set appointments the sadnessesWe pass in courses of misfortune with ten

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria, dies the loveHere valley pranto, pranto that it wetsWalls of the sky, the edges of the sea

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria and wounds of love

It passes what one was expectingMy side seats you it, must pass youYou the so cold is thereE inside the spirit in congeals them here

It passes that I count everything to youBecause the times pass that I do not say nothingE soon you forget that I want you in such a wayE in such a way is transferred…

The times pass that we set appointments the sadnessesWe pass in courses of misfortune with ten

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria, the love diesHere valley pranto, pranto that it wetsWalls of the sky, the edges of the sea…

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria, the love diesHere valley pranto, pranto that it wetsWalls of the sky, the edges of the sea…

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria, the love diesHere valley pranto, pranto that it wetsWalls of the sky, the edges of the sea…

Here valley the penalty that kills and hitsWithout penalty nor Gloria and wounds of love.