Below is the lyrics of the song Fin , artist - Siddhartha with translation
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Siddhartha
Bajo aquel verano
El viento mesia
Esa silla
Dormida…
Tras aquel pasillo
Vive un agujero
Que dormia
Conmigo…
En la tarde lenta…
Bailan hojas secas…
Andan por las calles…
Donde el sol te vio reir…
En fotografias…
Que hablan de tus dias…
Vuelven los momentos…
Cuando nada tenia fin…
En la tarde lenta…
Bailan hojas secas…
Andan por las calles…
Donde el sol te vio reir…
En fotografias…
Que hablan de tus dias…
Vuelven los momentos…
Cuando nada tenia fin…
Por fin veras…
No hay fin…
under that summer
the messiah wind
That chair
Asleep…
behind that corridor
live a hole
who was sleeping
With me…
In the slow afternoon...
Dry leaves dance...
They walk the streets...
Where the sun saw you laugh...
In photographs…
What do they talk about your days...
The moments return...
When nothing had an end...
In the slow afternoon...
Dry leaves dance...
They walk the streets...
Where the sun saw you laugh...
In photographs…
What do they talk about your days...
The moments return...
When nothing had an end...
Finally you will see...
There is no end...
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