"If you can call the name of our hope, that probably means I’m not there.Take me home, take me home, take me home, don’t know how…"
Russian Red.
Cada minuto que pasa, te necesita aquí cerca. Sintiéndote, susurrándome, rozándome.
'Cause I am wishing your lips...
Hoy, por Madrid una de shopping.
You see? Your love addicted me...
Pa.