Canela [English translation]

The moon that watched us dance together

is the same that watches us part ways

I've never loved like this

in the throes of madness and desperation.

Love, for your love

that tastes like a cinnamon stick

for your love that

I won't even lift a finger for, no.

There's no ink nor paper in the printers

to print out how much I love you

there's no more sadder nor darker

song than that of a goodbye.

Love, for your love

that tastes like a cinnamon stick

for your love that

I won't even lift a finger for, no.

I'll have to blur away

your words from my lips

forgetting is a skill that1

isn't so easy to learn, save me.

There can't be no sadder nor darker

song than that of a goodbye.

Love, for your love

that tastes like a cinnamon stick

for your love that

I won't even lift a finger for, no.

Love, for your love

that tastes like a cinnamon stick

for your love

I'm dead and I'm a bleeding flower, my love.

1. lit. 'the trade of forgetting', as in forgetting is a skill that must be mastered.

• Artist:Fey
• Album:El Color de los Sueños