Cuando quieres mucho, muchísimo, y estás al borde de la pérdida en una ruptura, algunas veces sale una fuerza indescriptible que se basa en todo lo bueno que teníais juntos. Todo lo bueno que erais el uno para el otro. De una manera u otra, el amor más auténtico trata de vencer. Y no sé si sería demasiado osado decir que si vence es el auténtico, solo sé que hay amores que no mueren ni aunque se rompan.
London Grammar (Truth is a beautiful Thing)
I can see that you’re giving up
It should not mean that much to me
And I don’t know where the rest go
But everybody’s been telling me no
But I’ll always have a thing for you
I’d move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
But nothing made you want me better
Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands
And I can see that you’re giving up
So tell me it should not mean this much to me
And I don’t know where the rest goes
Everybody’s been telling me no
But I’ll always have a thing for you
I’d move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
And nothing made you want me better
Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands
Woman choose your man
Woman who understands
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?
Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands
Woman choose your man
(Oh woman, oh man) Woman who understands
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?