27 Enero. Cry cry.

CUANDO ÉRAMOS JÓVENES...

We loved to ride our bikes
Playin’ hide and seek
Sneaking all the night
Dancing in the street
I look back at that time
Now I realize
She loved to play with fire

Deep inside you cry, cry, cry

Don’t let your hopes
die, die, die...
Oooh... deep inside
you cry, cry, cry

Don’t let your hopes

die, die, die, no...

=)