HABLANDO EN NARANJA 
She loves to talk orange when the sun kisses the beach and the solitary concert ended
With a smokey breath, she murmurs melodies; Is his girl in bright blue disguise
If his name shouts, for him there can be no other thing than destiny of equal value
Perhaps he never knows anything, but his veiled youth, leaves room for the memories that will come

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Yellow in the morning, afternoon in blue tone, with a touch of lavender in the night
She goes happy to see him with a halo of purity in sign that her soul is freedom
Colors of a thousand tones dying stories of their lives drawing maps that are often afraid to follow
He will write his orange will in tribute to who brings her protection.

In the dusty afternoon, when the sun goes down early and the hermit crabs are already sleeping
They will rotate the roulette, without taking care of the precaution anticipating the losses of today
He talks about the color he writes in absolute homage by drinking her melody wet in rum
She loves to talk orange when the sun kisses the beach and his sadness melts by the sea

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Yellow in the morning, afternoon in blue tone, with a touch of lavender in the night
She goes happy to see him with a halo of purity in sign that her soul is freedom
Colors of a thousand tones dying stories of their lives drawing maps that are often afraid to follow
He will write his orange will in tribute to who brings her protection.