Club del río somos Esteban de Bergia (voz y guitarra) Álvaro Ayuso (voz, teclas y guitarra) Juan Serra (Voz, batería y percusiones), Adriano Pezzi (guitarra), Joshua Taylor (bajo) y Juan Feo (percusión y batería).
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lyrics: Why do they hurt more The dreams that break upon waking And I sat On the edge of my bed to see what What remains there The sky that undid my loneliness That time His sincerity ran down my back His sincerity ran down my back His sincerity ran down my back Inside me They battle relentlessly to see who Who will remove The dust from this old, old, old throne The dust from this old, old, old throne Tara tata, tata And in the hallways They lock their breath in silence That freezes me And throws me under the rain as a spectator And throws me under the rain as a spectator And throws me under the rain And my friend, where will you go? The walls have fallen That protect our home And in the rubble I will walk waiting like a child Who dreams of being born And if here I shelter under the protection Of some god's hands And if finally I don't have to pick up pieces of myself anymore And if here I shelter under the protection Of some god's hands And if finally I don't have to pick up pieces of myself anymore Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood
Why do they hurt more The dreams that break upon waking And I sat On the edge of my bed to see what What remains there The sky that undid my loneliness That time His sincerity ran down my back His sincerity ran down my back His sincerity ran down my back Inside me They battle relentlessly to see who Who will remove The dust from this old, old, old throne The dust from this old, old, old throne Tara tata, tata And in the hallways They lock their breath in silence That freezes me And throws me under the rain as a spectator And throws me under the rain as a spectator And throws me under the rain And my friend, where will you go? The walls have fallen That protect our home And in the rubble I will walk waiting like a child Who dreams of being born And if here I shelter under the protection Of some god's hands And if finally I don't have to pick up pieces of myself anymore And if here I shelter under the protection Of some god's hands And if finally I don't have to pick up pieces of myself anymore Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood Leaving a mark, leaving blood
