Letra de Beyond The Sound Waves. ''detr�s De Las Ondas'' - Azul Y Negro
Letra de canci�n de Beyond The Sound Waves. ''detr�s De Las Ondas'' de Azul Y Negro lyrics
Yes, I�ve known that in this game
I couldn�t suffer more,
playing without any risk
and playing to win.
Yes, I�ve known that this way down
it�s never going to end,
looking back forever
and ever when I�m playing.
He carried on with all his doubts in his head,
afar from loudness, his looking for his peace
and the sense of his steps.
Started his life over again beyond the sound waves,
Started his life over again beyond the sound waves,
Started his life over again living wild.
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He regreted it a thousand times,
he didn�t expect regret
of this past but recent time
full of empty matters.
Then he remembered
the quarrels in those years,
this furtive lack of love
of dance of broken dreams.
He was recovering old sounds in his head,
he had forgotten in those old and boring sets
with his hopes shattered.
He was recovering old words and old clich�s
without chains and complexes, handed microphone
without knots of sorrow.
I couldn�t suffer more,
playing without any risk
and playing to win.
Yes, I�ve known that this way down
it�s never going to end,
looking back forever
and ever when I�m playing.
He carried on with all his doubts in his head,
afar from loudness, his looking for his peace
and the sense of his steps.
Started his life over again beyond the sound waves,
Started his life over again beyond the sound waves,
Started his life over again living wild.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/beyond-the-sound-waves----detras-de-las-ondas---azul-y-negro.php
He regreted it a thousand times,
he didn�t expect regret
of this past but recent time
full of empty matters.
Then he remembered
the quarrels in those years,
this furtive lack of love
of dance of broken dreams.
He was recovering old sounds in his head,
he had forgotten in those old and boring sets
with his hopes shattered.
He was recovering old words and old clich�s
without chains and complexes, handed microphone
without knots of sorrow.