Carta Urgente
There are things I write to you in letters so as not to say them
There are things I write in songs so as to repeat them
There are things that are in my soul
And stayed with you when I had gone
In them all I end up saying how much I've loved you
There are things I write in bed
There are things I write in the air
There are things I feel are so mine that they're nobody's
There are things I write with you
There are things that have no worth without you
There are things and things that end up coming so late
There are things that are taken by time, god knows where
There are things that are still anchored when time passes
There are things that are in my soul
And stayed with you when I had gone
And in them all I end up knowing how much you have loved me
There are things I write in bed
There are things I write in the air
There are things I feel are so mine that they're nobody's
There are things I write with you
There are things that have no worth without you
There are things and things that end up coming so late
There are urgent letters that come when there's no longer anyone there
Oh, there are things I write to you in letter so as not to say them
To repeat them
There are things I feel with you and write in the air
That without you are worth nothing, oh, oh
There are things I write with you
There are things that without you are worth nothing, oh, oh
In all of them I end up saying how much I have loved you
How much I have loved you