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Maraji Mothan Iyagi
The moment I was most happy and in love
Has now become a memory
I can’t forget you
My hot tears, from deep inside my heart
They fill my empty heart
The empty space you left, only leaves tears
They keep spilling, even love tricked me
I hate myself not being able to hate you
I loved you a lot
You loved me more than anyone else
I only remember you with pain
Because that’s the only way I can forget you
My hot heart has stopped cold
(Never again) like love doesn’t exist (No such thing as love)
Because I’m a fool for only knowing you
Because I’m a fool that trusted love and didn’t know separation
They fill my empty heart
The empty space you left, only leaves tears
They keep spilling, even love tricked me
I hate myself not being able to hate you
We believed our love was eternal
But in front of separation’s door, you left me
I can’t believe our moments will be memories
This reality is like a lie, that I feel you
Whoever I look at, whatever I look at, nothing changes
But you’re not in my arms and smiling
I wish you’d come back to me
I wish you’d remember our happy moments
I pray with all my heart, I’ll love you forever
Please come back to me
Though I erase and erase again
I cannot erase your painful name
Though I throw it away and throw it away again, if you’re inside me
I’ll hide you deeper inside me so that I won’t even know
My hot heart has stopped cold
(Never again) like love doesn’t exist (No such thing as love)
Because I’m a fool for only knowing you
Because I’m a fool that trusted love and didn’t know separation
They fill my empty heart
The empty space you left, only leaves tears
They keep spilling, even love tricked me
I hate myself not being able to hate you
Inside my heart that’s grown cold, a sore state of mind
Hide my disappointment as the afternoon sun hits
Like a movie’s climax, we threw ourselves away
Another day passes in my stupid thoughts
All that’s left of my departed self is a mark
The bed’s pillow, and the bathroom’s toothbrush
The picture in the wallet that’s smiling so purely
Everything’s as it was, it’s only you that has left me
So that I can hold onto you, so that I can find you
Us, who can’t be together